After Guan Tong finished speaking, the people in the camp burst into laughter again.
Only the long-haired, dark-skinned fat man looked cautious. He felt that an old man who had survived so many rules might actually have some skill.
He gave a meaningful look, and the people in the camp understood. They circled around from both sides and surrounded Guan Tong.
"Old man, it's impressive that you survived until now and even climbed the mountain to take part in the challenge I created," the long-haired fat man said sinisterly. "But there are so many of us, and you're alone. I advise you to behave."
"Yeah, an old fossil like you is pretty cocky."
"Hand over your Ascension Coins and any tradable artifacts, and we'll let you go down the mountain. Otherwise, you can leave your old bones here!"
Seeing their bandit-like behavior, coupled with the way they used violence to keep others from participating in the challenge, Guan Tong understood what kind of people they were.
He did not want to waste any more time.
A murderous chill appeared in his eyes. The long-haired fat man sensed something was wrong and shouted, "This old bastard wants trouble! Take him out!"
At his command, the dozen or so people in the camp all summoned artifacts or prepared to use their abilities.
But they were far too slow. Before Guan Tong, they did not even have a chance to strike.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!"
The shadow spreading beneath Guan Tong's feet suddenly erupted, piercing through everyone's bodies. It was so fast and powerful that each person only had time to gape in terror before dying.
The only one who did not die immediately was the long-haired fat man, who seemed to be the group's leader. He appeared to have