Kapitel 1211: Two Thousand Elite Disciples of the Sword Sect Sharpened Their Swords to Greet Each Other

Several peak Human Immortal Guards from the Jujin Trading Company took action, and with just one strike, they dispersed these wasteland bandits.

The leader, a wasteland bandit leader with cultivation at the level of a Heavenly Venerable, had his mouth full of fresh blood. His face was filled with despair as he was bound by golden ropes and dragged onto the deck.

"The wasteland bandits on the Transient Wasteland are countless and unending," the big man, realizing his impending death, roared through clenched teeth.

Why were there so many low-level cultivators, and why were all the resources controlled by the major sects?

If the low-level cultivators didn't resort to robbery, what were they to do?

"At our Jujin Trading Company, we believe in harmony for prosperity," Zhao Chen stepped forward, patting the big man's shoulder.

He took out a brilliantly shining high-grade spiritual rock and stuffed it into the big man's clothes.