Without a second thought, Bai Jincheng, holding the Emperor Weapon Long Spear, stepped up to Zheng Chengtao.
Seeing Bai Jincheng’s smiling face blocking his path, Zheng Chengtao frowned.
He was certain he didn’t know the person in front of him. Bai Jincheng didn’t seem hostile, so why stop him?
Bai Jincheng began to speak but was interrupted.
"Don’t waste time talking, just take him down!" At that moment, Zhuo Bufan stepped forward, formed a spell with his hand, and attacked without a word.
The space trembled, a dazzling Divine Light surged towards Zheng Chengtao.
Faced with the sudden attack, Zheng Chengtao’s expression changed instantly.
He quickly leaped back, dodging Zhuo Bufan’s attack range.
Unfortunately, the young men following him weren’t so lucky.
The Divine Light sent them flying, coughing blood.
"What do you mean by this?"
Zheng Chengtao’s face turned dark. Thankfully, he reacted just in time; otherwise, he’d end up like those people.
"It means nothing, just want to make a move on you." Bai Jincheng advanced a step, thrusting his long spear.
Buzzing sounds ensued.
Countless spear lights erupted, piercing the eyes, carrying a sharp, imposing aura, targeting Zheng Chengtao.
"Old Three, don’t kill him!"
Zhuo Bufan clicked his tongue slightly, surprised that Bai Jincheng’s move was lethal. If Zheng Chengtao were killed, it would be problematic.
After all, he’s from an Ancient Family, the direct son of the current head of the Zheng Family, comparable to a Saint Master Level powerhouse.
Zheng Chengtao struck back, unleashing a powerful hand force that seemed capable of shattering the Void. The spear light shattered and vanished in an instant.
"This kid is a Quasi-Emperor Realm expert. He’s not that easy to kill." Bai Jincheng chuckled.
"Who are you people?!"
Across from them, seeing Zhuo Bufan and Bai Jincheng chatting casually, Zheng Chengtao’s face turned even more unsightly.
"Robbery, hand over your Spirit Stones."
Suddenly, behind him, another voice rang out. The leader, Ren Qingcheng, also made a move, startling Zheng Chengtao.
Without hesitation, he leaped into the air, attempting to escape. It was evident the two men who attacked earlier were at the Emperor Realm level, their cultivation not much lower than his. And the one behind him was likely the same.
"Where do you think you’re going?!"
As Zheng Chengtao soared, several figures intercepted him, notably Gu Youyun and the rest.
Gu Youyun struck with a palm, catching Zheng Chengtao off guard. He took the hit directly, got knocked to the ground, and coughed blood.
"Who are you that dare to attack Young Master Zheng? Aren’t you afraid of the Ancient Zheng Family’s retaliation?!"
One of the young men beside Zheng Chengtao, still bleeding from the mouth, finally mustered the courage to speak solemnly.
The next moment, he was sent flying again by a terrifying force, coughing blood.
"Mind your own business." Bai Jincheng snorted coldly, having been the one to strike.
Without looking at the young man, Bai Jincheng stepped within three strides of Zheng Chengtao, holding the Emperor Weapon Long Spear.
The spear blade sliced through the Void, creating a sharp, terrifying flash as he pressed the spear point against Zheng Chengtao’s forehead, "Spirit Stone or your life?"
Zheng Chengtao nearly spat blood. He felt incredibly stifled, being robbed in broad daylight, of all times.
"Seems like you choose the Spirit Stone?"
Seeing Zheng Chengtao remain silent, Bai Jincheng’s long spear trembled slightly, as if ready to pierce him at any moment.
Zheng Chengtao was truly scared; he could indeed sense a murderous intent from them. These were determined people!
"I have Spirit Stones... they’re all yours!" he shouted hastily.
Zhuo Bufan approached, asking.
Zheng Chengtao’s face turned pale. Not daring to hesitate, he took out his Storage Magical Treasure.
With a whoosh, a large number of Spirit Stones emerged and floated in the sky.
"Old Seven, collect them!" Bai Jincheng shouted.
"Haha, alright!" With that, Old Seven leapt up, took his Storage Bag, and scooped up all the Spirit Stones.
"Living up to the name of an Ancient Family member, this guy is loaded. Aren’t these Spirit Stones almost a million?" Zhuo Bufan was a bit dumbfounded.
"That’s all you’re impressed by? A million Spirit Stones aren’t much. I heard Thirteen auctioned three pills and got tens of millions of Spirit Stones back then."
Bai Jincheng withdrew the spear from Zheng Chengtao’s forehead, no longer looking at him.
Feeling the murderous intent dissipate, Zheng Chengtao breathed a sigh of relief, though his face remained grim. He wanted to yell, "Just you wait!"
But a wise man knows when to retreat, and these people were not beneath him in strength and likely had notable backgrounds. It would be truly unjust to get killed by them.
"Let’s go. We got the Spirit Stones." The leader spoke.
The others nodded, not sparing Zheng Chengtao another glance, as if the recent incident never happened.
"Who are you people?!"
Just as they were leaving, the young man beside Zheng Chengtao shouted courageously again.
Hearing this, the group halted, turning their eyes towards him.
"What an idiot!" Zheng Chengtao was furious, wanting to kill that guy on the spot. These calamities should just leave—why provoke them further?
Bai Jincheng said with a smile. After a moment of deliberation, he replied, "We are from ’Mo Pavilion,’ specializing in dealing with disobedience."
Hearing this, Zheng Chengtao frowned, "I’ve never heard of such a Sacred Land..."
"That’s right, we’re all from Mo Pavilion, specializing in dealing with disobedience. So, you sons of noble families, including the Young Kings of the Ancient Clan, better watch out when you encounter us."
"What do you mean?" Zheng Chengtao frowned.
"It means nothing much, just that we want to rob every last one of you noble family disciples and the Young Kings of the Ancient Clan." Bai Jincheng chuckled.