Seeing the menacing crowd in the hall, Wang Yuanxiao's lips curled into a faint smile. He paid them no mind, his hand even slipping inside the robes of the female cultivator beside him to grope her wantonly.
"Silence, all of you!"
Sect Leader Qiu's narrow eyes creased as he shouted angrily, yet his face still wore a fawning expression. He cupped his fists at Wang Yuanxiao and said, "My lord, you are wise and mighty. To have already been so generous with two Top-Grade Spiritual Stones is a kindness as vast as a mountain. How dare the rest of you act so insolently?"
"Sect Leader Qiu knows how to read the situation. However..."
A sharp glint flashed in Wang Yuanxiao's eyes. A beam of sword light suddenly shot out like a dazzling phantom, circling the great hall once before returning to his sleeve.
Before anyone could react, a series of soft thuds echoed out. The few people who had been shouting the loudest just moments before collapsed to the floor, their fates unknown.
