Massive treasures, Spirit Stones, Divine Medicines, treasure pills, and strange ores were piled on the ground, shimmering in multicolored lights, radiating a dense Spiritual Charm that illuminated the area within a hundred meters, making everyone gaze with greedy, fiery eyes, wishing they could snatch them immediately.
Unfortunately, no matter how covetous the crowd was, whenever they saw Su Jie standing tall like a cliff by the abyss, their greed would recede like the tide.
No matter how much wealth there was, one needed to be alive to enjoy it.
Without life, all the wealth was meaningless.
In front of Su Jie, they dared not test whether his blade was sharp enough.
Chang Shiyang had already shown the world with his personal experience what happened when one provoked Su Jie.
Su Jie, satisfied, collected these Spirit Stones and treasures, and then, as if bestowing charity, he threw back the pitiful and barely alive Primordial Spirit of Chang Shiyang.
