"this……"
Chen Luo's face was filled with a look of complete horror. He never dreamed that Chen Xuan would actually give him one million Divine Sources directly!
"Why, you think it's too little?"
Chen Xuan asked, "If you think it's too little, I'll give you another two million."
Chen Luo was flattered, but he knew clearly that it was better to stop while you are ahead, so he quickly shook his head and said, "No need, Master, this is enough."
He thought he had returned to the time before liberation overnight, but now, he has become rich!
"Where do you get so much divine power?"
The Sea Lord asked curiously.
"They were collected from He Wushuang, Qianzai, and Wantong who we just killed."
Chen Xuan laughed cheerfully and said, these three quasi-god kings are richer than the other, and each of them carries tens of millions of divine sources with them.
As a result, Chen Xuan’s current net worth is directly equivalent to more than 30 million Divine Sources.
Not to say that he is as rich as a country, but at least he can be said to be extremely wealthy!
"You bastard, who told you to walk without watching?"
"I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"
Snap! Snap!
Just as Chen Xuan and the others were talking, they suddenly heard a commotion coming from the street outside the inn.
And it was accompanied by the sound of whipping.
"What's going on outside?"
The Sea Lord frowned slightly.
"I guess the master is whipping the slave. This happens every day."
Chen Luo spoke calmly. Things like whipping slaves in the street, or even killing them in public, happened every day, not to mention in the huge capital city. Even in a small town with a population of only tens of thousands, it would happen every day.
Therefore, for Chen Luo, this kind of thing has long been commonplace.
Even himself, before he became Chen Xuan's slave, would kill a few slaves to relax when he was in a bad mood.
After all, in the eyes of the master, a slave is not a life, but a consumable that can be consumed at any time.
Hearing this, the Sea Lord looked at him deeply, without saying much, but his eyes were meaningful.
Although Chen Luo has now become Chen Xuan's slave and is respectful to him, there are some things that are engraved in his bones that cannot be changed.
For example, now, when facing slaves, we treat them as ants.
The Sea Lord walked to the window, opened it and looked down. He saw at a glance that a large number of people were crowded on the wide street below the inn.
Among them, a man dressed as a servant was whipping a young man with a horsewhip.
The young man had been beaten so badly that his clothes were torn and he was covered in blood. His skin was torn in many places, and it was a horrible sight.
"I'll beat you to death for being blind!"
The servant holding the whip should be the coachman. He was merciless and every time he whipped, a crisp and loud sound could be heard.
Soon, the young man's wounds were so deep that the bones were visible!
"Sea Lord, when did you become interested in this kind of gossip?"
Manying suddenly couldn't help but ask curiously.
Because he found that the sea master had been standing by the window looking in for a while.
Generally speaking, people who have reached their level would not care about the life or death of people at the lower level.
But, the Sea Lord today gives people a feeling that something is not right?
"Interested? Haha, I just think it's ridiculous."
The Sea Lord suddenly revealed a hint of ridicule, "Do you know what I saw?"
"What did you see?"
Everyone immediately turned their heads to look over.
The Sea Lord sneered, "A human slave, under the instruction of his master, whipped another human, and the people watching were all humans and monsters. They were all slaves, but they were all gloating over the misfortune."
Hearing this, Chen Xuan took the initiative to walk over and looked down through the window.
Since Chen Xuan stood up, the others naturally followed suit and walked to the window to look down.
Everyone saw a carriage in the center of the wide street.
Sitting in the carriage was a young man in luxurious clothes.
The man's skin was jet black, which meant he was from the Darkin demon clan.
Moreover, he held his head high, revealing a noble temperament. It seemed that he was a scion of a large family and had a prominent background.
At this moment, he had a joking look on his face as he directed the groom to whip the young man who was already covered in blood.
And all around, densely packed people had already surrounded the place, making it impossible to get in or out.
These people are either humans or demons, and none of them are from the dark demon clan.
At this moment, the faces of the onlookers were either expressionless, or full of mockery as they watched the fun, and there were also many people who sneered.
"Don't you think it's ridiculous? There's only one person from the Darkborn Demon Clan here, but he makes all the humans and monsters feel fear and terror."
There was a look of deep sarcasm on the Sea Lord's face.
"No, don't hit my brother!"
The groom was whipping the boy with the long whip again and again, almost beating him to death.
At this time, a girl who looked about twelve or thirteen years old rushed out, threw herself on the boy and hugged him tightly.
"Please, don't hit my brother."
The girl cried bitterly and held the boy tightly under her.
"Bitch, what are you doing? Get back here right now!"
A middle-aged man with soy sauce-colored skin came over, glaring at the girl and scolding her.
When they saw him, there was an uproar around them.
"It's Mr. Sun from the pawn shop."
"I understand. This pair of brother and sister are slaves bought by Boss Sun."
"Boss Sun is a well-known figure in our capital. Moreover, he has a very important identity. He is a hybrid of the Dark Demon Clan and the Human Clan. He has half the Dark Demon Clan bloodline in his body."
"If Boss Sun asks for mercy, the young man in the carriage should give him face."
There was a burst of quiet discussion around.
The middle-aged man with soy sauce-colored skin who came out had a considerable business in the royal capital and was very wealthy.
But even though he was rich, that was not the most important thing.
The most important thing is that he has half the blood of the dark demon clan!
It is precisely because of this half of his bloodline that his status is much more noble.
After all, in the entire Tenth Realm, the Darkborn Demons are the superior class, and the rest, whether you are human or demon, are inferior class in front of the Darkborn Demons.
"Haha, give face to Boss Sun? Do you know who this gentleman in the carriage is?"
Suddenly, someone made a mocking sound.
"Why, even though this young man on the carriage is from the Darkborn Demon Clan, he will at least give the boss some respect, right?"
Someone spoke in a strange voice.
"Oh, you think too much. The young man in the carriage has a very powerful background!"
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