Chapter 37: Even a High-grade Spiritual Weapon Is Wasted in Your Hands

"How did I not think of it? I could just rob someone else…" Inside the ruined palace city, Benson Santee laughed as he watched the young man standing on the steps. The man's eyes glinted with viciousness. "Hmph. Do you even know who I am? I'm tenth among the third grade disciples…" He never finished. Boom! A teal shockwave detonated outward. The heavy afterforce shattered the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the young man lay sprawled on the floor, his mouth full of blood. Benson Santee...