As the familiar chime of the system notification echoed in Reon's mind, a faint smirk pyed 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 bde. "Now, hand over everything you have. Your treasures, your ons, your ste items—and don't fet the Sect Points stored in your Esseokens."

  The disciples fli his words, their faces pale. Gao Jin, the leader, ched 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 misuood." His voice dropped to a menag tone. "sider it pensation for wasting my time and daring to harm someone under my prote. Or would you prefer I resider sparing your lives?"

  The disciples exged anxious gheir bodies teh fear. Yin Shaated before speaking, his voice shaky. "B-But the Sect Points… they're everything to us. Without them, we won't be able to redeem resouraintain our standings."

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

  Relutly, Gao Jin reached for his Esseoken and gritted his teeth. "Fine. Here." A small fsh of light appeared as he transferred his Sect Points, the numerical t in the air visibly dropping from his token.

  He then begarieving items from his spatial ring, oer 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 disanized heap.

  The other disciples, seeing their leader ply, relutly followed suit. They handed over ons, spirit stones, a Points, their faces torted with frustration and helplessness.

  Reon casually examihe pile accumuting before him, his gaze sharp. "Good. Don't think of holding anything back. I'd hate to find out ter 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 nded on something unusual—the blue bracelet ed 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 geions. Please, I beg you—don't take it from me."

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

  The threat struck like a thundercp. Gao Jin's face turned pale, and his mouth opeo protest but no sound came out. His subordinates shuffled uneasily, exging nervous gnces but dared not intervene.

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

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

  Reon snatched the bracelet with a flick of his hand, his eyes briefly sing its surface. A faint, satisfied smirk flickered across his face as he examihe 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 gnced 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 refle your choices, though I doubt you will."

  Gao Jin finally snapped, his pride uo take the sileny 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 fring slightly. "That's not my . If you're so worried about appearances, perhaps you shouldn't have picked a fight you couldn't win. Or did you fet you came here with the io kill?"

  The leader's mouth opehen closed, uo form a retort. The weight of Reon's words crushed whatever indignatioill had left.

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