Hearing Chen Changan's words, the group of six didn't let their joy go to their heads.
The value of two Third-tier Demonic Beasts was enough to make them far wealthier than before.
But an even greater crisis still loomed before them.
The old man's strength was no small matter. Chen Changan had managed to kill two Third-tier Demonic Beasts, but whether he could defeat the old man remained unknown.
"Little brother, be careful."
The old man had watched Chen Changan kill his two Third-tier Demonic Beasts with a single sword strike.
Along with his shock, he was filled with fury.
In his eyes, Chen Changan had only managed such a feat because he'd taken the Thousand Spirit Grass.
Had he taken the Thousand Spirit Grass himself, perhaps his strength would have reached even greater heights.
But now, someone else had reaped the rewards.
The old man blurred out of sight and appeared right in front of Chen Changan.
He struck with a palm, its terrifying force surging toward Chen Changan like an avalanche.
The group of six stared in tense anticipation, eyes wide. They had never experienced such terrifying power before.
Though the attack wasn't aimed at them, they were already drenched in sweat, their legs trembling.
Chen Changan, on the other hand, had prepared himself the moment his opponent made a move.
He immediately swung his sword, sending a powerful Sword Qi surging toward the old man.
Boom!
With a deafening crash, Chen Changan remained perfectly still, while the old man staggered back more than ten steps before regaining his footing.
The terrifying shockwave swept through the surroundings like a gale.
The old man's gaze shifted as he looked at Chen Changan.
So strong!
Though the Thousand Spirit Grass was a rare treasure, it alone couldn't possibly have brought