Li Yang put away Zheng Qian's Spirit Fruits, overjoyed.
'Not a bad haul.'
He had obtained five Spirit Fruits in one go! 'Surely one of them can increase my power?'
Struggling to endure the intense pain wracking his body, Zheng Qian stared at Li Yang and said grimly, "Li Yang, my dad is right here in this Relic Space. After you stole my Spirit Fruits today, there's no way he'll let you off the hook."
He was no match for Li Yang, but his father, Zheng Hu, was a King Level cultivator. Before a King Level cultivator, even someone at the Peak of Heaven-level was nothing more than an ant, completely defenseless.
Li Yang couldn't help but laugh at his words. "Zheng Qian, let's get one thing straight. You tried to rob me of my Spirit Fruits first. It's only because you were weaker than me that I ended up robbing you instead."
"Besides, that threat sounds a little familiar... Oh, right. Your son tried to threaten me with the exact same thing."
