Overwhelming

Xiang Yang's movements caught Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain's attention. In truth, Xiang Yang was the sort of person who easily drew everyone's eyes.

Along with that, Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain swept his gaze over the other four. When he caught sight of the Heavenly Weeping Immortal Hands on Dragon Mother's hand and the Blue Gold Roc Claw fitted over Wanyan Bo's, his brows rose. Divine weapons?

"Mountain Lord, this year's Flowing Slurry Flying Liquid has yet to appear. We suspect these people are behind it."

Among the remaining three External Affairs Elders, an Old Man with white hair and beard stepped forward, bowed, and reported this major matter, causing Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain's gaze to turn even more hostile.

"Mountain Lord, I have something to say. The Flowing Slurry Flying Liquid you speak of is merely residue left after the Spring of Life was soaked through and contaminated by the waters of Thunder Marsh. We possess the Spring of Life with the most outstanding effects and are willing to offer it up in exchange for a chance to live."

Yan Qiu's heart thumped, and he secretly cried that things were bad. Gathering his courage, he stepped forward, cupped his fists, bowed, and spoke.

"Oh? So that was how it was. But even if you do not offer it up, this Spring of Life will still belong to me. You have no right to bargain with me. Prepare to die."

Before his own daughter, Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain had worn the bearing of a loving father, speaking gently and warmly. Yet when facing outsiders—possibly enemies—his domineering aura spilled forth. He simply did not place Xiang Yang and the others in his eyes.

His words instantly made Wanyan Bo and the others' faces turn