"Martial Saint, we, the imperial clan of Fusang, are willing to compensate..." the Clan Leader of the Fusang imperial clan trembled, knowing full well that if the Martial Saint flew into a rage, the Fusang imperial clan would cease to exist—this man would not bluff!
"Shut up!" The Martial Saint glared fiercely at the Clan Leader; "How precious is the soul of my disciple, what does the Fusang imperial clan have for compensation? With your good-for-nothing heads?"
The Clan Leader immediately bowed his head, not daring to make a sound!
The rest were all shaking with fear!
"Martial Saint, you surely have a way to save your beloved disciple!" the Clan Leader said in a low, fawning voice, taking out a storage ring with a flattering smile; "Martial Saint, this is thirty million spirit stones from our Fusang imperial clan, and a Holy Artifact. Please accept it with a smile..."
Slap!
The Martial Saint slapped the Clan Leader across the face, saying, "This slap is from me for you!"
