A Clean Sweep

"That damned guy!" The brawny man was called Pu Chuan and was at the third layer of the Spiritual Ocean Tier. Such strength wasn't weak—he could come and go freely just about anywhere with it and was barely qualified to be called an elite. However, he had been forced by Ling Han to kneel down and beg for forgiveness in the public's eye—just how humiliating was that?

Such a grievance on top of coveting the belongings on Ling Han meant he couldn't possibly stare blankly and let Ling Hang leave!

The battle prowess of a spoiled second generation at a mere fifth layer of the Spiritual Ocean Tier was definitely not past four stars. Even if he wasn't a match for him alone, there were still nine other people, weren't there? 

"Youngster, hand over the spatial ring obediently and we can let you live," another person said.

This was obviously a lie; after they took the spatial ring, they'd commit murder.