The next moment, Chen Wen slowly rose to his feet.
After stepping out of the cave, he immediately saw who had come.
At the head of the group was Murong Yuanchen.
The four elders standing behind him also came into view.
All four were Fourth Level Great Emperor Will cultivators.
In other words, he was about to face four opponents alone.
But this was even easier than he had expected.
At that thought, the corner of Chen Wen's lips curled slightly.
At the same time, Jiang Zhanlei's gaze locked onto Chen Wen, Killing Intent flashing through his eyes before vanishing.
Only then did he speak. "Hand over what you have on you, and I'll leave you an intact corpse."
Chen Wen tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You're that certain you can take me down?"
"Looks like death is at your doorstep, yet you still don't know it."
Jiang Zhanlei spoke coldly, his voice turning several degrees more ice-cold.
Chen Wen gave a slight wave of his hand. "Come out."
Murong Yuanchen, who had been hiding in the shadows, immediately stepped out.
Jiang Zhanlei's pupils abruptly contracted.
Clearly, he had not expected Murong Yuanchen to appear.
At this moment, Murong Yuanchen made no attempt to conceal himself.
In truth, there was no need to. The two knew each other well, as they belonged to the same generation.
Once they began fighting, any disguise would be exposed no matter how convincing it was.
"Murong Yuanchen, what do you mean by this?"
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Jiang Zhanlei asked coldly.
Murong Yuanchen said blandly, "This is my personal action. The family cannot bind me."
"As for the consequences, I alone will bear them."
"Bear them alone? Can you bear them?" Jiang Zhanlei spoke again.
Murong Yuanchen's expression did not