“What should we do, elder?”
Peng Xianer and Chang Jiankong cowered in the corner, watching as this man and wolf approached. Peng Xianer immediately cried out in panic.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, stay calm.”
“You must stay calm, trust me, there will always be a way!”
Chang Jiankong pressed his palm down, gently reassuring Peng Xianer.
“That’s good then, that’s good then.”
Seeing this, Peng Xianer hurriedly nodded her head. With Chang Jiankong's reassurance, it was as if she had taken a tranquillizer.
After all, no matter how you looked at it, Chang Jiankong was an elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, a Martial Venerable powerhouse.
However, the next moment.
Peng Xianer was stunned.
Her entire person became dumbfounded.
Was this the method Chang Jiankong had spoken of?
“What are you still dazing around for, hurry up and kneel down with me to beg for mercy. Someone so powerful is impossible to resist. As long as the green hills last, there will always be wood to burn. Besides, there is no one here, it won't lose our face either!” Chang Jiankong kept making eyes at Peng Xianer, speaking in a trembling voice.
Peng Xianer was filled with indignance.
In the past, no matter how much suffering she had endured for the sake of cultivating, it was fine.
But now that she had finally obtained an opportunity and became superior to others, she actually had to kneel down to someone.
But thinking of the terror of the figure in black, the last shred of arrogance in her heart was also completely crushed.
She also knelt down and started begging for mercy.
Sinister laughter came from the mouth of the skeleton and dog as they looked down condescendingly at the two.
“You two, take out all the money you have and give it to me!” the figure in black shouted ferociously.
“That’s right, take out everything. Otherwise you two will die die die!” The dog also raised its proud head and spoke in a threatening tone.
The words of the skeleton and dog frightened Peng Xianer so much that their breathing became hurried. Not daring to delay, they tremblingly reached into their storage rings.
“Senior, imperial grade, imperial grade medicinal pills.”
Chang Jiankong fawned as he took out a jade bottle and offered it with both hands.
“What kind of trash is this?”
Lu Benwei took it and glanced at it. Furious, he threw it on the ground and stamped it underfoot, cursing ferociously while kicking Chang Jiankong’s body twice.
“Spare me, don't hit me.” Chang Jiankong cried out tremblingly, while at the same time taking out another bottle of medicinal pills from his storage ring.
“Saint grade, this time it’s saint grade. Please accept this, seniors.”
Chang Jiankong ingratiated himself as he spoke.
“Yes, yes, yes, I also have a bottle here.” Peng Xianer also hurriedly took out a bottle from her storage ring, forcing a smile as she handed it over.
“Damn, are you two trying to toy with us?”
Lu Benwei crushed both jade bottles in his hand. Two slaps whipped across their faces.
“Don't rush, don't rush, we still have...”
Seeing that they were still unsatisfied, Chang Jiankong hurriedly said, then gritted his teeth unwillingly and took out a round basin.
“Senior, superior grade, superior grade divine object Binding Heavens Basin, an absolutely good item.”
Chang Jiankong respectfully offered up the Binding Heavens Basin with both hands.
However, upon seeing this basin, Lu Benwei immediately exploded.
“You old geezer, bringing the crappy basin your old woman uses to wash her butt to fob me off. It looks to me like you two are seeking death.”
“That’s right, it looks to me like you two are seeking death.” The dog ferociously echoed by his side.
As he spoke, Lu Benwei swung his sandbag-sized fist, about to smash it down on them.
“Wait, wait, I still have this.”
The panic-stricken Peng Xianer waved her hands, shouting for him to stop.
Seeing this, Lu Benwei turned his gaze towards her.
Peng Xianer's face was filled with indignance. From her storage ring, she took out a Qinghong sword.
“This is my Heavenly Sword Sect’s Holy Maiden exclusive, Qinghong sword. It exists infinitesimally close to being a saint grade artifact. Please take a look, senior!”
Peng Xianer bit her red lips and spoke with a pained expression.
“It looks quite pretty and ornate.”
Lu Benwei took it and looked it up and down.
“Just not sure about the quality.”
As he spoke, he stretched out a finger and tapped the blade.
The Qinghong sword directly broke where his finger had touched, the other half becoming dim and lackluster.
Peng Xianer and Chang Jiankong were dumbfounded, their eyeballs nearly popping out.
The near-saint grade Qinghong sword had been destroyed with a flick?
“Yet another flashy but useless piece of trash.”
Lu Benwei angrily threw the Qinghong sword to the ground and stamped it into fragments. He shouted, “Qing, I think these two are just messing with us. Kill them.”
As he spoke, Lu Benwei kicked out ferociously at the two of them. The dog also raised its sharp claws at his side, swiping them over.
"We really have nothing left."
"That's right, spare us. We already gave you our most precious Qinghong sword. Please spare us."
The two of them cowered in the corner. Under the vicious beating of the skeleton and dog, they were no longer recognizable as human. Especially Ao Qing's claws, which deliberately targeted the vital spots. The two's clothes were tattered, leaving Peng Xianer's fair thighs a bloody mess.
“Hmph, hand them over.”
Lu Benwei snatched their storage rings, one for him and one for the dog to inspect.
“Bro, these two really are poor devils. There's not a single cent inside.”
The dog slapped the storage ring into pieces after looking through it.
“Unlucky, how unlucky. There's nothing for me here either.” Lu Benwei also squeezed the storage ring into powder, cursing resentfully.
“Now what?” The dog spoke dejectedly.
“Forget it, no point in wasting time with these two poor devils.”
After giving them another vicious beating, the skeleton and dog swaggered away.
Returning to the stairs.
The moods of the skeleton and dog continued to sink lower.
“Ah, when will I, Lu Benwei, be able to live a life of luxury!” The skeleton sighed dramatically to the heavens, toying with a centipede at the same time, plucking its legs off one by one.
The centipede was in utter agony.
It was simply one disaster after another. Just escaped from the tiger’s den, only to fall into the wolf's pit.
It had originally planned to play dead and sneak past this skeleton. But looking at its dwindling number of legs, it finally could not hold back. From looking dead, it suddenly started struggling in Lu Benwei's hand.
"Spare me, spare me..."