Facing two men who were eyeing him covetously, Ling Changqing said helplessly,
"Fellow Cultivators, I'm just a coarse man with a shallow Cultivation, a traveling merchant. I'm hardly a peerless, celestial beauty. Why must you pursue me so relentlessly?"
"..."
The two gaunt, middle-aged men exchanged glances. The one at Golden Core Peak sneered.
"Stop playing dumb with us. Long story short, hand over everything you have, and we'll let you live. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?"
Ling Changqing asked with a faint smile.
"Otherwise, you won't be leaving here alive today!"
The two Tribulation Cultivators sneered. Spiritual Light flared around them, forming several layers of Magical Power shields.
Then, raising Jet Black Battle Sabers that reeked of bloodlust, they closed in on him from both sides.
"What a pity."
Ling Changqing sighed.
"What's a pity?"
one of the Tribulation Cultivators couldn't help but ask, his advance not slowing in the slightest.
