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As expected, the next moment, a trace of malice flashed in the burly man’s eyes.

“You dare threaten me?” he said, grabbing Ye Han’s neck and lifting him off the ground, his grip tightening.

Ye Han’s face turned pale, his life force dwindling.

“Do you think I don’t dare to cripple your cultivation right now? Even if I give you thirty years, what can you do to me?”

Nearby, the burly man’s lackeys watched with anticipation.

They knew that their leader, Bai Shaowei, was backed by an inner sect disciple.

While he wouldn’t dare kill someone, crippling an outer sect disciple was easy for him.

As long as no one died, their inner sect backer could cover for them.

In the past, outer sect disciples who were robbed either submitted or faced crippling.

Ye Han’s defiance was rare.

If nothing unexpected happened, Ye Han would follow the fate of those before him, likely even worse due to his threats.

“I’ll ask one last time, where are the spirit stones?” Bai Shaowei asked again.

“Don’t… have… any!”

Ye Han squeezed out the words with difficulty.

“Very well!”

Bai Shaowei’s eyes flashed with killing intent, his grip tightening further.

Ye Han’s breath grows fainter, and he’s on the brink of death.

Just then, a clear voice rang out from a distance.

“Bai Shaowei, the first rule of the Profound Sun Sect is to forbid internal strife. Have you forgotten?”