Ding Run suddenly fixed Zu An with a stare. “How can I be sure that you have that much money, though? You’re about to die too, so I only want whatever money you can cough up right now. Don’t tell me to run around looking for your secret stash. I don’t want to end up stumbling into any traps.”

It was obvious that he’d experienced something like that in the past, which made him much more cautious.

“I have the money, but I will only give it to you later. That way, I can at least live a little longer,” Zu An said with a chuckle.

Ding Run shook his head. “Trust me. Sometimes, living for too long might not necessarily be better than passing on immediately.”

“I’ll still rather remain alive,” Zu An replied.

“As you will. I’ll kill them first and leave you for the last.” Ding Run turned towards Sang Hong and the others. “Apologies, Lord Sang.”

Then, with a flicker of radiance, a wave of blade energy cleaved towards the father and son.

Sang Hong...