"Every spirit stone is soaked with the heart-blood of the Array Protection Disciples, and yet you dare use these useless stones from roadside stalls to pass off as the real thing!"
Before the sound of his words faded, he formed his fingers into a sword and slashed them through the air, instantly tearing Zhao Sammy's garments who was kneeling in the front.
Amid the collective gasps of the crowd, a dull gray stone fell from the chest of the Golden Elixir Cultivator.
Though its surface coursed with spiritual energy, the mottled patterns carried unmistakable traces of street grime mixed with perfume.
"My spirit stones, stolen away by you wretched parasites!"
Suddenly, a hoarse voice erupted from the crowd, as a one-eyed cultivator stood furiously, the beast bone bells tied at his waist chiming loudly.
"Just days ago, my son was corrupted at the array core by demonic qi, losing half of his cultivation level, while you hypocrites stand here…"
"Silence!"
