"This is your question?" Li Tianming said.
"Not exactly." The young master of the Star Demon Sect shrugged. "I'm just asking whether you have a demon box on you. If you do, hand it over directly. If you say you don't, we'll have to search you."
As he spoke, he waved a hand. More than a dozen black-clad figures at his side scattered out and surrounded Li Tianming. At the same time, Fengqing used some unknown method, causing the Windchaser Sword behind Li Tianming to directly "flame out," dimming at once. Even its realm core could no longer control it, and it plummeted toward the ground below.
"You shouldn't be an idiot. Since our young master has set his sights on you, cooperate honestly and you can pick up your little life again. Resist, and there's only a dead end waiting for you," Fengqing said coldly.
"Understood."
Li Tianming looked at the young master of the Star Demon Sect, then at the stern, murderous black-clad figures around him. They were ready to strike at any moment, with absolutely no mercy to spare.
So he casually said, "What a coincidence. I have a demon box."
After he said that, the young master of the Star Demon Sect, the black-clad figures, and Fengqing all froze slightly.
In truth, they had only been trying their luck.
By their estimation, Li Tianming would most likely say no. Then they would search him, rob him of anything they liked, and move on to find their next target.
Yet he had a demon box?
Before these people had fully reacted, Li Tianming added, "But I won't give it to you."
The young master of the Star Demon Sect reacted fastest. His eyes narrowed first. "Are you sure?"
"Sure." Li Tianming raised a brow at him. "Got