Four Million Divine Crystals, Two God-Slaying Battle Puppets (3)

Wrecked.

The battle puppets that were destroyed were indeed in shambles now.

Daoist Que Ke's face looked grim.

The divine crystals on the table were hard to handle.

"My Black Armor Sect's battle puppets are not in shambles!"

A voice rang out from outside the hall.

A middle-aged man dressed in a black robe, radiating divine light, walked in.

"I'm Zhu Cheng, the first deacon of the Black Armor Sect's Trading Hall." The middle-aged man cupped his hands at Han Muye and said softly, "Greetings, Fellow Daoist."

A glint flashed in his eyes.

Over a hundred years ago, he had received a hundred thousand divine crystals from Han Muye.

100,000 divine crystals were enough for him to cultivate for thousands of years.

But he didn't do that. Instead, he used those 100,000 divine crystals as capital to continue trading within the sect.