As the final three words—"hand it over"—fell, Zhunnti exerted a sliver of his cultivation, causing the other nine Golden Core Realm cultivators to instantly vomit blood and collapse to the ground.
"A-A Sage? Please forgive us, Zhunnti Sage. We had no intention of offending you, but it is hardly proper for a Sage to injure people without reason. Besides, there are no spirit fruits left in the tribe. With your abilities as a Sage, you should know this is no lie," the same steady-minded elder managed to struggle to his feet and reply.
Hearing this, Zhunnti was taken aback. He silently cursed himself for being too hasty upon suspecting that this Human Clan tribe might harbor a top-grade innate spiritual root; he had only rushed to scan the area without examining it closely. Innate spiritual roots were not so easily concealed, and his previous sweeps of the Human Clan had yielded nothing. Something indeed felt amiss.
Chapter 188