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Blood flowed over the straw on the ground, streaming to the center of the cell.
Chen Qing rose from beside the headless corpse of the Black Bear, holding the Geng Metal Sword.
"Not even a single Gu. All vanished. Truly useless!"
The entire cell was exceptionally silent, his voice echoing through the narrow dungeon.
All the prisoners were extremely tense, desperately thinking, "Ling Jiu, not closing the door is one thing, but you didn't even drain his Spiritual Energy!"
In Chen Qing's left hand appeared a mid-grade Spirit Stone, while his right held the sword. He tossed the Spirit Stone into the air and caught it again, "Now, we can have a good talk."
Someone asked, "Sir, what do you want to do?"
Chen Qing smiled, tossing the mid-grade Spirit Stone to the person who asked, "I'm planning to kill Wen Jingming. Are any of you interested?"
