"Ming Shuang, how could you do this!"

Yama was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

"How am I doing? You were the one who insisted on buying it because of your own sentiments. I told you that I have no shortage of spiritual stones."

Ming Shuang had a cold face and did not give Yan Mo any face.

"Okay! Okay! That's great!"

Yan Mo's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

For him, what happened today was the greatest humiliation.

He simply couldn't accept it.

But with Ming Shuang here, he couldn't do anything, so he could only vent his anger on the stall owner.

"die!"

Yan Mo snorted coldly, raised his right hand, and terrifying thunder and lightning filled the air, hitting the stall owner.

Kill the stall owner on the spot.

After all, the stall owner was at the eighth level of the fatal realm, but he was killed by Yama with just one move.

Yan Mo's strength is truly incredible.

Ling Xiao had no sympathy for the dead stall owner.

An ordinary bloodstone pendant can be sold for 100,000 medium-grade spiritual stones, and it must be sold to the master of the Soul Palace.

Isn't this seeking death?

This is the tomb of the ancient gods.

If you're trying to trick people here, if you're not strong enough, isn't that just asking for death?
Chapter completed!