The heavy mahogany teller counter snapped in half under the weight of three hundred berserk cultivators.
“My sect’s three billion stones are gone?!” Sect Master Yan Lie roared, his fiery red beard practically shedding sparks.
He lunged over the shattered counter. He grabbed a terrified senior teller by his silk lapels, lifting him clean off the floor.
“Give me my money back, Jin!” Yan Lie bellowed into the teller’s face. “Hand over the vault keys right now. If you don’t, I will roast this entire branch into black slag!”
“Mercy, Sect Master! Mercy!” the teller shrieked. Tears and snot ran freely down his bruised cheeks. “The vault is on lock-down! Pavilion Master Jin controls the master key array! We lowly tellers don’t have access to the deep chambers!”
“Then tear the floor up!” another clan leader screamed from the front row.
He hurled a Grade-Seven explosive talisman straight at the steel-reinforced teller gates.
BOOM!
