1,527 voices traveled across thousands of miles

“Sir, I... I really don’t have the money. I don’t have the money to treat the injuries on my body!”

A frightened voice came from the middle-aged man’s mouth as he shouted at Wang Xian loudly.

“With the strength of a half-step void interpretation, can you not have a few hundred thousand upper-grade spirit stones to treat the injuries on your body?”

Lao Hu sensed the strength of the middle-aged man and a hint of coldness appeared on his face.

“No, I have all my spirit stones...”

“Shut up!”

Wang Xian looked at the middle-aged man and a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

Someone was taking advantage of his good intentions. He was simply courting death.

He waved his arm and a beam of bright energy instantly slashed towards the middle-aged man’s arms.

“What?”

The middle-aged man was shocked and his eyes revealed a look of horror. He wanted to dodge in a hurry.

“Ah Ah!”

“Bang Bang!”