Extorted to the Point of Risking Everything
Old Man Gale, who had just been sent flying, looked absolutely mortified. As a dignified late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, being punched away by a mere mid-stage Nascent Soul was humiliating enough—but what truly infuriated him was that mocking line: "That's not how you use a sword!"
"You little brat—I'll kill you!"
With a furious roar, Old Man Gale suddenly hurled his longsword and rapidly formed hand seals. Instantly, the sword split in two, then four, then eight...
In a blink, hundreds of longswords appeared in the air before him. What was truly shocking was that every sword was real—not some illusion or energy projection.
"Now that's interesting!"
Seeing this, Senior Azure's lips curled into a faint smile.
"Go!"
The next moment, Old Man Gale pointed with a flick of his finger. Hundreds of longswords shot out, instantly surrounding Senior Azure and locking her inside a grand formation.
"That's Elder Gale's ultimate trump card—the Heaven-Slaying Sword Array! Its power is absolutely tyrannical; even late-stage Nascent Soul experts caught inside are either killed or left gravely wounded. This time, that guy is doomed for sure!" exclaimed an elder of the Miao Clan who was quite familiar with Old Man Gale.
But in the very next instant, Senior Azure's figure vanished—and reappeared right in front of Old Man Gale.
Old Man Gale was just as stunned, staring blankly at Senior Azure who had appeared before him.
A heavy old fist blossomed on Old Man Gale's face, accompanied by a crisp crack; his nose spurted blood, the bridge shattered by Senior Azure's punch.
Hundreds of longswords shot back as streaks of light, but they were far too slow. In that time, Senior Azure unleashed dozens of punches in quick succession.
After dozens of punches, Old Man Gale's true essence was forcibly scattered. Without true essence to sustain them, the hundreds of longswords instantly dispersed, leaving only one floating in midair.
"I'll gladly accept this spirit weapon!" Senior Azure reached out and grabbed the lone longsword, wiping away its spiritual imprint with a casual gesture.
Senior Azure coldly waved her hand: "There's nothing to discuss! Bring out ten thousand high-grade spirit crystals, and we'll call it even. Otherwise, I'll start a massacre!"
Ten thousand high-grade spirit crystals might not sound like much, but converted to low-grade spirit crystals, that's an astronomical amount—easily a hundred million.
The Jade Maiden Sect's entire net worth is only about one hundred thousand low-grade spirit crystals.
Even though the Miao Clan is a top cultivation aristocracy in Yuyang Commandery, their total assets are only several tens of millions. Maybe if they sell everything, they could scrape together a hundred million.
Fight to the death? Heh, it's not that I look down on you—it's just that with this bunch of wastes, you don't even have the qualifications to fight me desperately!" Senior Azure sneered. In his designs, he'd already killed System Host Light, whose power exceeded even the Soul Division realm; compared to that, a group of cultivators who hadn't even reached Soul Departure were simply not worth worrying about.