WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!

As the familiar chime of the system notification echoed in Reon's mind, a faint smirk played on his lips. Finally satisfied, he turned his cold gaze upon the defeated group.

"Good," Reon said, his voice cutting through the tense silence like a blade. "Now, hand over everything you have. Your treasures, your weapons, your storage items—and don't forget the Sect Points stored in your Essence Tokens."

The disciples flinched at his words, their faces pale. Gao Jin, the leader, clenched his fists, his pride stinging at yet another humiliation. "W-What? You've already beaten us and forced us into a Dao Heart Oath. Now you want to rob us too?"

Reon's eyes narrowed, his expression unyielding. "Rob you? You've misunderstood." His voice dropped to a menacing tone. "Consider it compensation for wasting my time and daring to harm someone under my protection. Or would you prefer I reconsider sparing your lives?"

The disciples exchanged anxious glances, their bodies tense with fear. Yin Shan hesitated before speaking, his voice shaky. "B-But the Sect Points… they're everything to us. Without them, we won't be able to redeem resources or maintain our standings."

"That sounds like a 'you' problem," Reon said coldly. He stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If I recall correctly, you all had no problem cornering someone weaker than you, showing no mercy when it suited you. So, save your pleas. Empty your belongings. Now."

Reluctantly, Gao Jin reached for his Essence Token and gritted his teeth. "Fine. Here." A small flash of light appeared as he transferred his Sect Points, the numerical count in the air visibly dropping from his token.

He then began retrieving items from his spatial ring, one after another—a handful of healing pills, some low-grade spirit stones, and a small stack of cultivation manuals, all spilling onto the ground in a disorganized heap.

The other disciples, seeing their leader comply, reluctantly followed suit. They handed over weapons, spirit stones, and Sect Points, their faces contorted with frustration and helplessness.

Reon casually examined the pile accumulating before him, his gaze sharp. "Good. Don't think of holding anything back. I'd hate to find out later you were hiding something."

One disciple, trembling, muttered under his breath, "This guy… he's worse than us."

Reon heard him and turned his head slightly, a faint, dangerous smile on his lips. "Oh? Worse than you? Perhaps. But the difference is, I don't prey on the weak without a reason—I deal with those who deserve it. Like all of you."

The disciple quickly fell silent, his face turning white.

Reon's attention shifted back to Gao Jin. His eyes narrowed as they landed on something unusual—the blue bracelet wrapped around the leader's left wrist. Its faint glow and intricate design suggested it was no ordinary accessory.

"You. Gao Jin," Reon said sharply, his tone making the leader flinch. "Hand over that bracelet on your wrist."

Gao Jin froze for a moment, his hand instinctively moving to shield the item. He hesitated, his voice shaking as he finally spoke. "Brother Xue… this bracelet is a family heirloom. It has been passed down through generations. Please, I beg you—don't take it from me."

Reon's gaze hardened, and a faint wave of killing intent rippled through the air. "Family heirloom, huh?" His voice was as cold as winter frost. "I don't recall giving you the option to negotiate. Now, hand it over—or do you want to lose the other arm you have left?"

The threat struck like a thunderclap. Gao Jin's face turned pale, and his mouth opened to protest but no sound came out. His subordinates shuffled uneasily, exchanging nervous glances but dared not intervene.

Reon took a step closer, his dark aura pressing down like an iron weight. "Decide quickly. Your 'family heirloom' or your other arm. I don't have all day."

Defeated, Gao Jin's trembling hand slowly unfastened the bracelet from his wrist. His voice was a whisper, heavy with despair. "Fine… take it. Just leave me with my life."

Reon snatched the bracelet with a flick of his hand, his eyes briefly scanning its surface. A faint, satisfied smirk flickered across his face as he examined the intricate markings. "Good choice," he said coolly, turning the bracelet over in his palm.

Without another word, he swept his hand over the scattered items, and with a simple wave, everything vanished into the depths of his spatial ring.

As he finished, Reon glanced back at the defeated group. "You're lucky I'm letting you keep your lives—and those pathetic robes on your backs. You'd do well to reflect on your choices, though I doubt you will."

Gao Jin finally snapped, his pride unable to take the silence any longer. "You've stripped us of everything! How do you expect us to return to the Sect like this?"

Reon's expression darkened, his aura flaring slightly. "That's not my concern. If you're so worried about appearances, perhaps you shouldn't have picked a fight you couldn't win. Or did you forget you came here with the intent to kill?"

The leader's mouth opened, then closed, unable to form a retort. The weight of Reon's words crushed whatever indignation he still had left.

Reon sheathed his sword, the faint hum of its energy dissipating. "Now leave. And remember your oath—your lives depend on it."