Puffing Out His Chest
They were all cultivators, not fools. The moment they heard the Rock Emperor Sect's people say that, a crowd of onlookers gathered around.
Even in the Abyss of the Void, renting out a passage was something that hadn't happened in many years.
After all, if someone rented you a passage, they'd demand at least ten times its value in return. Why else would they bother?
And where would that tenfold value come from?
Of course, from the enemy you wanted to target.
And how powerful would you have to be to make your enemy meekly hand over the benefits?
At that moment, whether they were there to watch the spectacle or were set on killing Bi Fan, everyone fell silent.
The leaders of the various factions from the Cold River Dragon Domain immediately glared at Yang Zhantian with murderous intent.
"What are you looking at? What, got a problem? Then fight me one-on-one. I don't care whether I take on all of you by myself or all of you take on me together. But if you get beaten to death, don't blame me."
Under everyone's gaze, Yang Zhantian was positively puffed up with pride, strutting around with his nose in the air.
Seeing him act like that, those who had just begun to stand tall wilted like frostbitten eggplants.
As the saying went, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse!
The Great Sun Sect had once been one of the top forces, after all. No one could guess what priceless, secret treasures left behind by its founders Yang Zhantian had brought along this time.
They couldn't guess, but none of them wanted to find out firsthand.
After all, if Yang Zhantian had somehow decided to bring an imperial weapon, then testing him would mean