This caused many people to lose interest in Yang Lingtian.
The crowd's gazes began sweeping the area around the volcano as they continued searching for the so-called "Supreme Treasure."
In their eyes, Yang Lingtian was nothing more than an insignificant nobody, not worth wasting their time on.
Yang Lingtian remained calm, ignoring the contemptuous gazes around him.
He was just about to leave the area when he suddenly sensed a powerful aura locking onto him.
"Stop!"
A cold voice exploded beside Yang Lingtian's ear like a clap of thunder.
A middle-aged man dressed in black battle armor and possessing a stern face blocked Yang Lingtian's path.
The man's aura was astonishingly powerful. He was clearly an Early Saint God Realm expert.
"Do you need something?" Yang Lingtian asked calmly, his brows drawing together slightly.
"You came from the depths of the volcano. I presume you saw something inside?"
The black-armored man's eyes were sharp as blades as he stared fixedly at Yang Lingtian.
His tone held a trace of interrogation and a trace of command, like a lofty deity looking down upon a lowly ant.
"I have nothing to say."
Yang Lingtian calmly uttered four words, without the slightest hint of fear in his voice.
"Hmm?" The black-armored man's expression immediately darkened.
He had not expected a mere Late Heavenly God youngster to dare speak to him in such a tone.
"Boy, do you know who you're talking to?"
The black-armored man's voice turned icy, and powerful pressure suddenly erupted from his body.
Like a mountain, it bore down toward Yang Lingtian.
The pressure of a Saint God Realm expert was terrifying beyond measure. It was enough to leave a Heavenly God Realm cultivator gasping for breath, or even force him to his knees in submission.
Yet Yang Lingtian still