Having lost Lin Binqiang, their backbone, the remaining dozen or so people were hardly any trouble. In a matter of moments, Wang Junze killed them all one by one, with not a single person able to escape the inn.
After finishing all this, Wang Junze returned to where Lin Binqiang lay.
The Dragon Roar Sword truly is a fine sword; despite killing so many, there wasn't even a drop of blood on its edge.
However, as Wang Junze once again stood before him, Lin Binqiang's eyes were filled only with fear. Ignoring the pain of his severed arm, he fell to his knees with a thud: "Brother Junze, I beg you to spare my life, I know I was wrong!"
"Is it not too late to beg for mercy now?"
Seeing Lin Binqiang's shameless demeanor, Wang Junze asked indifferently.
"I can compensate you, I have money! As long as you spare me, I can give you three hundred, no, five hundred... one thousand Spirit Stones!"
Faced with the threat of death, Lin Binqiang continuously increased his offer.
