Temporary Compromise

"Stop!"

Before the blue-robed cultivator and the older cultivator could make a move, Wang Chen raised the Grand Mystic Mirage Dragon True Form Diagram high in his grasp and said in an icy tone, "If you don't want your little sister to turn into Evil Spirits, then stop right there!"

The blue-robed cultivator had just brought out a golden mace and was about to strike Wang Chen.

But upon hearing this, he abruptly forced himself to stop, nearly coughing up blood!

He gripped the Magic Treasure in his hand tightly and asked through gritted teeth, "What do you want?"

Wang Chen smiled faintly.

Though the other party had spoken fiercely, his tone already betrayed weakness.

That meant Wang Chen had just seized a trump card!

This guy is a bootlicking dog, isn't he?

He definitely is!

Wang Chen saw it all clearly. His face immediately darkened. "What do I want? I should be asking what you want!"

"I have never met you before, and I bear you no grudge, yet you wanted to seize me and use me as material for testing talismans. Where do you get the nerve to ask what I want?"

The blue-robed cultivator was choked half to death, his eyes reddening with fury.

The somewhat older cultivator beside him was clearly much more mature and steady, and remained even calmer. "Fellow cultivator, we were at fault earlier. We are willing to offer compensation and apologize."

"But if you think that holding our little sister hostage means you can force us to submit and do whatever you please, then you are gravely mistaken!"

He stared fixedly at Wang Chen and said, word by word, "We of the Luo Clan will not accept any threats!"

"Very good."

Wang Chen suddenly pointed a finger, and a bolt of lightning