When Ye Ling took out the black brick from his storage ring, his aura subtly changed.
From the sharp and ready-to-kill air he had just a moment ago, he now seemed somewhat cynical, even a bit like a rogue with a devil-may-care attitude.
Alups was first stunned when he saw the black brick in Ye Ling's hand, then burst into laughter.
"You're really going to make me die of laughter, are all the cultivators in Huaxia so poor now?"
"I was wondering why you coveted our Sword of Judgment, so this is why, being so poor and still daring to battle me?"
Ye Ling didn't get angry at these words but simply smiled faintly, glanced at the black brick emitting a dark glow in his hand, and casually weighed it.
This black brick probably had a terrifying reputation both abroad and in the Thirty-Six Heavenly Caves, but right now, this idiot before him was still full of mockery.
