How Is This Sword?

"Hmph! It is only out of respect for your reputations that I, Bear, am willing to share the treasures with you two!

A nascent soul late-stage cultivator with not the slightest bit of fame, who knows where he jumped out from, has no right to stand on equal footing with me, let alone rank ahead of me!

I do not know what arrangement you have with each other, but when that Benefactor Luo arrives, I will certainly weigh his worth properly!

If you two do not want to end up empty-handed, then stay out of this!"

The Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear roared in fury.

No reputation was earned without merit. Yi Xitian and Zen Master Biyue had gained such great renown in Great Jin not through empty words; every reputation in the Cultivation World had been earned with one's fists.

It was precisely because he understood this that the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear had been willing to cooperate. Otherwise, who would not want to keep everything for themselves if they could?

Luo Hong, meanwhile, was practically unknown in Great Jin, so the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear naturally did not take him seriously. After all, the higher one's cultivation, the greater the disparity between cultivators of the same realm.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear's plan was simple: when Luo Hong arrived, he would give him a vicious beating and seize his right to choose treasures first.

Yet he had clearly overlooked one possibility. Was Luo Hong really not here yet?

Almost as soon as his words fell, the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear suddenly felt a wave of palpitations. An incomparably sharp aura appeared before him without warning.

Though the death warning from his Spiritual Sense was hard for the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear to believe, he instinctively flashed aside without the slightest hint of arrogance.

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