“The best solution is for you to bring me back and share the precious items with me. Otherwise, you will die.”
“What’s going on?” Asked Lin Feng. That guy was half-dead yet still insane enough to arrogantly threaten them.
“His brother, Jing Hao, is one of the best disciples, currently sixth on the rankings. He’s an extremely powerful Cultivator who has reached the ninth Qi layer. He also has a sword spirit. He’s extremely strong” explained Qing Yi to Lin Feng who immediately understood.
Lin Feng started walking and went towards Jing Feng with an ice-cold smile on his face.
“Trash, help me get up” said Jing Feng ordering Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was stupefied and with something like a smile yet not a smile on his face said to Jing Feng: “I really admire your courage.”
Lin Feng’s voice dropped. He unsheathed his soft sword. Lin Feng was emitting a cold blood chilling glare.
“What are you going to do?” Asked Jing Feng feeling oppressed from head to foot, a feeling a chill run down his spine.
“Lin Feng!” shouted Qing Yi. Jing Hao was an amazing disciple, the sixth best Cultivator of the sect. He was extremely strong. Even though Lin Feng was extremely strong as well, his level was still low after all. Qing Yi didn’t think that Lin Feng could offend Jing Hao.
Lin Feng looked at Qing Yi and the two others and asked them: “in view of his behavior, do you think that if we rescue him, he will just let us off?”
The groups faces all instantly froze. Cold sweat was flowing down their back. Indeed, Jing Feng’s expression was obviously revealing that if they rescued him, he was most likely planning something sinister.