"Qingyi, do you really think I, Ji Mingkong, am a fool? Trading my thirty billion Spirit Stones for your one billion? Did you think you were the only one who knew what a Divine Stone was?"
Ji Mingkong's sneer came through, seemingly very pleased, obviously extremely angry at Qingyi's previous insult. Now venting, he felt relieved.
"It's not that I wanted to waste so many Black Heart Orbs, but rather that over a hundred Black Heart Orbs exploding at the same time can last a very long time. Otherwise, what makes you think you're worthy of me using up so many Spirit Stones?"
"Ji Mingkong, you scoundrel, wastrel!!!"
Qingyi gritted his teeth as he spoke. A Holy Spirit-Level armor appeared on his body, taking the hit from the pillar of fire. The armor kept denting but clearly wouldn't be destroyed.
Though he had the armor, the force of the impact still caused a tremendous shock to Qingyi's wrists, though it was not as severe as before, giving him a chance to catch his breath.
