"You can still go to Silver Sea City and exchange the remaining four million with my Radiant Dragon Sect. I guarantee it here in the name of the Radiant Dragon Sect—we will never go back on our word."
Yuan Jing gave the whip one last pained look before viciously flinging it toward Tang Lan.
Yet Tang Lan remained utterly unmoved. He merely used Soul Power to suspend the two items before him, examined them for a moment, and smiled.
"I said ten million, not a single coin less. You're still short four million. If you can't produce it, don't blame me for being unable to help."
Tang Lan was in no hurry now. Instead, he seemed intent on raising the price.
Water Moon Realm and the Radiant Dragon Sect were clearly hostile toward one another, and their grudge ran deep.
As long as Tang Lan did not intervene, this group from the Radiant Dragon Sect would definitely have a hard time.
"You're simply going too far!"
"Brat, you should know something about the Radiant Dragon Sect's influence on the Sun Moon Continent."
"You'd best quit while you're ahead. Don't provoke someone you shouldn't.
Even if you're quite strong, you absolutely won't be able to bear the pursuit of the many experts of my Radiant Dragon Sect."
"Young Master."
After delivering those vaguely threatening words, Yuan Jing finally turned to look at Long Heng behind him.
Long Heng's expression shifted uncertainly. He had never expected that young brat across from them to be a Titled Douluo with strength equal to Yuan Jing's.
That face, which looked even younger than his own, dealt him a powerful blow.
However, he soon consoled himself, deciding that Tang Lan had to be some old monster using a special method to preserve his current appearance.
He