Gu Yuan's words were like a piece of thousand-year-old ice that struck Zhu Ming's heart.

His eyes fell on Zhu Ming's fingers, and a hint of cruelty appeared in Gu Yuan's eyes. The spiritual energy in his hand turned into a knife, and he raised the knife and slashed it down. The sound of wailing filled the pawnshop.

Zhu Ming felt a sharp pain on his palm, and his whole face twisted, but he could not move under the bloody hand.

He felt the breath of death for the first time and began to regret why he entered this pawnshop and coveted the sixth-grade spiritual skills.

"Let him go. After all, he's a disciple of the Huoyun Sect. Killing him wouldn't be good for us. Let's just leave one finger as a lesson!"

Red flames rose from his palm, burning the severed finger into ashes, leaving Zhu Ming no chance to take it back.

At this time, there was still a light yellow ring left in Gu Yuan's hand.

The power of the soul directly invaded inside, and Zhu Ming only felt that the connection between himself and the space ring was severed, so his face became even more painful.

"Well, three million gold coins, four third-grade spiritual skills, and a dozen spiritual fruits."

Gu Yuan checked the things in the ring and felt a little sorry. This guy was a disciple of Huoyun Sect after all. Aren't all disciples of Huoyun Sect rich? This guy doesn't look particularly rich!

"Although it's a bit poor, it's better than nothing!"

Gu Yuan put the ring away without any hesitation.

Zhu Ming suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, not sure if it was because of the injury on his finger or because of his anger.

"Get out of here! You're getting in my way. Considering it's your first offense, I'll let you go. If you do it again, you'll have to keep your life!" Gu Yuan said coldly.

The wretched young man's legs trembled as he timidly helped Zhu Ming up, whispering in a trembling voice, "Zhu...Brother Zhu, let's go!"

Zhu Ming looked at the wretched boy with resentment. If he hadn't listened to him, how could he come here and how could he have had a finger broken!

Zhu Ming slowly stood up, lowered his head and gritted his teeth, saying, "Thank you for not killing me!"

Then he turned and walked out of the pawnshop, but there was endless resentment in his eyes.

"Don't cut the grass at its roots?" asked the blood coffin.

"No need. Someone must have known they were here. I've already warned him. If he comes again, he'll be courting death."