The long-haired man had a mocking look in his eyes: "If you can hand over all the Taiyin, I'll let you enter the Bronze Gate just like Wen Jing."
"No need. If you want it, come and take it yourself." The light in Chen Nan's eyes turned sharp, and his palm gripped the massive hammer in his hand tightly.
"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit, you really think you're a match for me?"
The long-haired man was full of disdain as he looked at the dozen cultivators around him and said, "Everyone, he has admitted to having a lot of Taiyin on him. If we can get it, we won't have to worry about the road ahead."
"So... kill him!"
In an instant, the dozen cultivators' eyes turned red, and they attacked at once!
One cultivator summoned his flying sword. Having seen Chen Nan's power firsthand, he dared not be careless. He bit his tongue tip, spraying blood onto the flying sword.
