The mountain wind passed through the forest, setting the leaves and branches rustling.
Shen Ningshuang looked at the two groups before and behind them, her voice turning cold.
"Since when did the Scarlet Firmament Sect and the Black Peak Sect become such close friends?"
Duan Lingxiao stopped a little over ten zhang away.
"Leave your Storage Bags."
Shen Ningshuang looked at him and slowly raised her right hand.
"We can discuss what we gathered this time. First, clear the path."
She did not believe they would agree so easily. But with ten people surrounding them, there was no need to clash head-on if she could gain even a little room. As she spoke, Gu Changfeng moved to the left, and Xiao Yue shifted his position.
Duan Lingxiao did not even glance at her raised hand.
"I want every Storage Bag."
A Scarlet Firmament Sect disciple behind them immediately stepped sideways, blocking the spot Gu Changfeng had been about to pass through. The Black Peak Sect disciples ahead tightened their grips on their weapons, showing no intention of letting them by.
Su Yu's expression turned utterly cold.
These people wanted far more than spirit herbs. They had never intended to let his group leave alive.
"They're after more than our belongings."
If they only wanted the herbs, they would have left them room to turn around. Su Yu had been watching to see whether they would negotiate, but there was no longer any point. The ten were closing the circle. Waiting would only leave his senior brothers and sister at a greater disadvantage.
He had no intention of yielding the first strike as well.
Before he finished speaking, he sent a voice transmission: "The left side. I'll open a path!"
The Cold Abyss Sword flashed from its sheath.
Perfect Sword Intent