Three Sins Against Heaven

Thomas Yang saw Dylan Chen take the spear handed over by Ryan Ji and quickly grabbed Dylan's leg, begging bitterly.

"Dylan, I was wrong. Please don't kill me. I won't fight with you anymore. From now on, you're the boss. Whatever you say goes. Please, spare my life!"

"I can't afford a subordinate like you," Dylan said coldly, gripping the spear tightly and thrusting it into Thomas's heart.

Thomas's pupils contracted sharply, his head hitting the ground heavily as he died, his eyes wide open with unwillingness.

Even in death, he couldn't understand why he, who used to bully Dylan as he pleased, lost to him today.

Dylan pulled out the blood-stained spear and looked coldly at Thomas's followers.

Everyone knelt down, their heads hitting the ground until they bled.

"Boss Dylan, please spare us!"

Dylan threw the spear to a boy without a weapon and looked coldly at the crowd.

"I don't need you. Step outside the red line yourselves, so I don't have to do it."

The crowd froze. Stepping outside the red line was no different from death.

"Damn it, if he won't let us live, we won't let him live either. Let's fight him!" a boy shouted, clenching his fists and charging at Dylan. Many others followed suit.

However, their numbers had already dwindled, and with half of Dylan's group holding spears, they were no match and were quickly killed.@@novelbin@@

Dylan's team continued to advance, and those who didn't dare to resist had no choice but to retreat outside the red line.

Brian Qin floated over, took out a three-foot copper sword from his waist pouch, and with a hand seal, the sword flew out at high speed, slicing through the necks of the boys who crossed the line.

"Junior Brother, please!"

"Hahaha, thank you, Senior Brother!" Robert Zhou laughed, took out a pitch-black bead, and chanted. The bead emitted a ghostly green light, drawing strands of Corpse Qi from the fallen boys.

The cold light flashed, and the copper sword flew by, cutting down the boys like harvesting wheat. Brian also held a pitch-black bead, collecting Corpse Qi even faster than Robert.

In no time, all the boys who crossed the line were killed.

Robert looked at the increasing Corpse Qi in his bead, licked his lips greedily, and aimed the bead's green light at the boys inside the red line.

Just as he was about to act, Brian's copper sword flashed and knocked the bead out of his hand.

Brian summoned the bead into his hand, glanced at the five nearly solid strands of Corpse Qi inside, and threw it back to Robert. "We can't break the rules. If the higher-ups investigate, we can't bear the consequences. Five strands of Corpse Qi are enough for you to make a Puppet. Don't be greedy."

Robert smacked his lips, feeling unwilling but still smiling. "This cleansing has yielded just over half. Senior Brother, you've made a killing this time. Let me congratulate you in advance."

Brian nodded slightly, looking coldly at the boys inside the red line.

"Get back!"

The boys, having witnessed Brian's ruthless slaughter, were terrified and ran away.

Dylan was about to leave when Brian called him, making his heart skip a beat. He braced himself and stepped forward, bowing.

"Greetings, my lords."

"You did well this time," Brian said with satisfaction, then extended his hand to Robert. "Including the bet, you owe me fifty-five Spirit Stones."

Robert sighed helplessly, wiped his hand over his waist pouch, and several translucent, Spirit Energy-filled stones flew out. "I'm really broke this time."

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Brian collected the stones into his pouch, a satisfied smile finally appearing on his cold face. After handing in the task, he would receive a good reward. With the Corpse Qi he collected, as Robert said, he had made a killing.

Robert walked up to Dylan, lifted his head, and smiled. "Kid, you cost me five Spirit Stones. How do you think we should settle this?"

Dylan's scalp tingled instantly. Although Robert seemed to be joking, he could feel the killing intent.

He was no longer the clueless boy who had just joined the Demonic Extreme Sect. The pouch, called a Storage Bag, seemed small but contained a unique space that could hold many things.

As for Spirit Stones, they contained pure Spiritual Energy, rare items that aided cultivation and served as currency among cultivators. Such precious things were beyond his ability to repay, even if he were killed.

Dylan's eyes were filled with respect as he said softly, "I can't afford to repay you. I don't know what you gained tonight, but judging by your expression, even losing five Spirit Stones, you must have profited. I know you're joking with me. A person of your high cultivation and wealth wouldn't bother with a small fry like me."

Brian turned to Robert and laughed. "So, are you convinced now?"

Robert laughed heartily, patting Dylan's shoulder. "You're indeed smarter than the one who just died. Though I'm poor, I like your words about wealth. I'll let you off this time. At your age, I wasn't as shrewd or ruthless as you. You're born to be a demonic cultivator. I appreciate you. How about this, follow me from now on."

Dylan didn't answer but looked at Brian, his eyes questioning.

He wouldn't lose his head over Robert's praise. Brian was his direct superior, and he knew whose orders to follow.

Brian nodded imperceptibly and then waved his hand.

"I've seen your performance today. From now on, you'll lead these people. Go."

"Yes." Dylan bowed again, retreated ten steps, and then slowly turned around. He walked slowly, feeling Brian and Robert's gazes on him, not wanting them to see his anxiety.

Robert withdrew his gaze and shook his head. "What a pity, his aptitude is too poor. If he had better aptitude, I'd avoid him in the future. He's the first I've seen with such a mindset at his age."

Brian said expressionlessly, "If he had good aptitude, it wouldn't be my turn to take him. Once he breaks through his Qi Sea, we can hand him over to Junior Brother Ye. Smart people like him are good at self-preservation and shouldn't cause any trouble."

"Senior Brother, I'll remember your kindness. Once this is over, I'll personally visit to thank you." Robert cupped his fists and left gracefully.

After watching Robert leave, Brian took out the pitch-black bead, its ghostly green light shining as he aimed it at the corpses on the ground, a smile curling at his lips.

"Junior Brother Robert, it's a pity you don't know the real method to collect Corpse Qi. Otherwise, I'd lose a lot. This harvest is quite abundant!"