When Spiritual Energy first returned, although those old immortals gained tremendous benefits, the greatest beneficiaries were still the younger generation. Some of those with outstanding talent reached the Ten Heavens in just one year, becoming astonishingly powerful.
Just as the two of them were fighting, a voice suddenly shattered the silence.
"What a lively day this is. I wonder if I can join in, too."
The people below raised their heads one after another. Soon, their expressions changed drastically.
"Liang Fan, it's you!"
"What are you doing here?"
"Liang Fan, what do you want?"
One after another, they cursed at me, their eyes filled with coldness. I remained unmoved, merely smiling as I said, "I just returned from the Spirit Realm, so I need a Vermilion Fruit. I wonder who can satisfy my request."
"Hahaha, if you want our Vermilion Fruit, exchange your life for it."
"You want to seize it by force? It won't be that easy."
These people were furious, and one by one, they stood before me. Then they glared at me furiously.
My expression was icy cold, and the Eight Tribulation Sword was already in my hand.
The situation before me had reached the point of erupting at any moment. Just then, an old man leaning on a cane walked over. "Liang Fan, brat, are you here to cause trouble again?"
Chapter 1139: Not Knowing When You're Outmatched
I smiled faintly and looked into the distance, where I saw an old man in a traditional Chinese tunic, leaning on a cane as he walked over. He was thin, but his eyes were incredibly sharp. At a glance, it was obvious that he was no ordinary man.
I smiled faintly and bowed. "So the Old Master has arrived. Please forgive my lack of courtesy."
I showed the