Just as Vier wondered whether everyone present was too afraid to make a move, an old man slowly walked up from below, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan as he laughed loudly.
"What a remarkable young hero. Young lady, at such a tender age, your strength has already reached such a level. But this Demon Pill is a treasure of our demonic path; it cannot be handed over to an outsider so casually. How about I offer a divine weapon in exchange?"
Too Strong
As the old man stepped forward, the air itself seemed to thicken, making it difficult to breathe.
"Venerable Fan?"
Someone recognized him.
"A Grandmaster Rank expert of the demonic path. He showed himself after all—sure enough, he came for that Demon Pill."
"This girl actually managed to draw out Venerable Fan."
"Can she defeat Venerable Fan?"
The people present had all kinds of guesses about the white-haired girl's strength, but they were even more surprised that Venerable Fan, that old schemer, had hidden himself until now before appearing.
When Vier saw the so-called divine weapon in his hand, a trace of speechlessness flashed through her eyes. With the quality of that equipment, any steel blade casually forged using modern methods could crush it. He actually wanted to trade that thing for the pill in her hand? He must have been dreaming.
"If you want the Demon Pill in my hand, take it with your strength." The white-haired beauty revealed a cute smile, her tone brimming with confidence.
"Little girl, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."
Venerable Fan was equally domineering. Once he drew near, he immediately wielded his divine weapon and swept it fiercely at her.
Vier sighed. She knew she would have to go on a killing spree today.
This so-called