In a situation like this, Yun Shaorong's thoughts were a tangled mess. 'It's true that even idiots have their own kind of luck. If you don't understand fear, you can't possibly know how ruthless Tianshu is.'
Finally, Yun Shaorong's gaze fell on Sima Xuyan. 'It's all this useless bastard's fault for provoking such a being...'
When Sima Xuyan saw Yun Shaorong's look, he felt the urge to cough up blood. 'Fuck you! I worked my ass off for you people, and in the end, it's my fault again!'
Yun Shaorong forced himself to gather his Bloodline Power, took a deep breath, and kowtowed his thanks in immense pain before staggering out of the cave.
He no longer dared to disobey Tianshu's words.
Thirty Divine Level Battle Souls... even in the First Heaven World of the True Void Divine Realm, that was an absolutely terrifying fortune.
Although the Yun Family could produce them, it would be a crippling blow. But did they have a choice?
