Faced with the hostility they showed him, Lei Dong remained coolly indifferent. He felt not the slightest hatred toward Baili Yun. As for Withered Bone Ancestor, even if he stooped so low as to attack a Qi Refining Stage junior, Myriad Ghost Ancestor was standing right beside him.
Myriad Ghost Ancestor gave a derisive snort. "Withered Bone, don't act as if you just entered the world and have been wronged. We Evil Sect cultivators fight fate itself and seize the fortune of heaven and earth. We contend even with Heaven and take from the world itself. So why should we spare your Magic Tools? Besides, that Upper Grade Magic Treasure of yours—the Dragonbone Whip and Dragonbone Shield—did you buy all the materials used to make them?"
"Withered Bone Ancestor's eyes narrowed, their eerie green gleam turning savage. He shot Lei Dong a venomous glance. "Myriad Ghosts, I won't trade barbs with you. You and I both know the truth. Since your disciple caused this trouble, let's make a wager: if he doesn't beg for mercy and admit defeat, he'll die at Baili Yun's hands."
"Hmph. Then I'll wager that your three disciples will die at Ding Wanyan's hands if they don't beg for mercy." Myriad Ghost Ancestor shot Withered Bone a scornful glance. He didn't even look at the three disciples in question.
At the mention of Ding Wanyan, Withered Bone Ancestor lost his nerve. If Baili Yun hadn't been injured, he could have poured more Spirit Stones into him and gotten him to the peak of the twelfth Qi Refining Stage layer. But as things stood, Baili Yun was still far from a match. Even so, Withered Bone Ancestor refused to back down. He let out a sinister chuckle. "Myriad Ghosts, aren't you so capable? Or is your precious