"You're right, I was a bit too much. You've already given so many spirit stones, and I'm still asking you for more." Han Feng nodded helplessly.

"Thank you for your understanding, Senior Han." Feng Qingshui breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Han is indeed a good person; he understands our predicament."

"If there's nothing else, we'll be leaving now."

...

The members of the Tiannan Sect breathed a sigh of relief, all thinking of making a quick getaway.

"Wait a moment!"

Han Feng stopped everyone and said with a smile, "Didn't you just say that even if a knife were held to your throats, you wouldn't be able to produce a single spirit stone?"

"And some of you even said that even if you cut off your head, you still wouldn't be able to produce a single spirit stone. I'd like to give that a try."

The people from Tiannan immediately stopped in their tracks, because Han Feng had taken out a top-grade magic weapon shaped like a knife.

Then he infused it with magic power, and instantly this top-grade magic weapon in the shape of a knife transformed into a ten-meter-long sword.

Han Feng originally wanted to transform the sword into a forty-meter-long blade, but fearing that it would be too long and tear through the roof of the council hall, he only transformed it to ten meters.

He scanned the crowd and said enthusiastically, "That person who said he was leaving earlier, might as well come and try it out. I'm a kind-hearted person, so I'll allow you to run nine meters first before I start using my knife. How about that?"

"Senior Han, you've misunderstood. We didn't say we were leaving."

Everyone quickly waved their hands in refusal.

They knew very well what kind of person Han Laomo was.

Old Man Han wasn't just talking; if they dared to leave, he really would chop off their heads.

"Don't worry, I'll wait for you outside. Let me know when you've thought it through."

Han Feng placed the ten-meter-long cleaver on his shoulder and walked out of the council hall.