Wang Ling's methods were quick, short, and effective. The Tomb Raid had only started for no more than three hours, but Wang Ling had already managed to seize treasures that would suffice in helping him break through the Fourth Rank of cultivation multiple times over.
He had also gravely injured more than a few dozen youths, breaking the bones of several more, and incurred the wrath of enough young people to create a tide of angry mob… like the ones that were currently on the move wanting to tear Wang Ling limb from limb.
"Get back here you bastard! That Hell Fire Sword is mine! You dare steal what I had already gotten my hands on!? You'll fucking pay for that!" shouted a burly young man.
"You piece of shit, that Pill was mine for the taking and you attack me from behind like a coward! I will break you apart when I get my hands on you!" This time, it was a lanky youth.