"I have a magical tool! I have it!"
A peak-level Yuan Surge martial artist was overjoyed. He quickly removed the magical sword from his waist. When he saw Li Weiyi nodding, he turned and dashed away without a glance back.
Another Yuan Surge martial artist, at the seventh level, fumbled for a long time on himself and said in despair, “I only have five hundred Yuan Surge coins. Can anyone lend me a bit? I need to collect three thousand Yuan Surge coins to save my life.
Once I get out, I will definitely take good care of your wives and daughters.”
“Get lost! You only have five hundred Yuan Surge coins. What do you think you can do? I have two blood crystals, which can be exchanged for two thousand Yuan Surge coins; who can lend me? We can’t all die here, can we?”
“I have a Five Seas Pill. Can it be used to buy my life?”
Li Weiyi’s eyes brightened more and more. It seemed these peak-level Yuan Surge martial artists had hidden quite a lot of good stuff. His expression remained cold as he said faintly, “As long as it’s something of value, you can buy your life for three hundred thousand silver coins or three thousand Yuan Surge coins.
I always keep my promises.” Everyone understood that borrowing money was never an easy task—it required strength. Those with stronger capabilities could choose not to pay back the debts.