"You've been silent for so long. I take it you're unwilling to hand over the treasures you possess?" He Heng suddenly said with a smile, his tone icy.
Xiao Chen lifted his head, about to answer, but his friend Little Stubborn Dragon called out first. "You're using a favor to extort us. What kind of elder of the Nine Provinces are you? You're a disgrace."
He Heng scoffed. "Hah. You're the ones who called me 'elder.' I never acknowledged it. Don't presume we're close—we barely know each other. Besides, a man can be guilty of no crime except possessing a jade treasure. His cultivation is weak, so he has no right to own those Sacred Objects. I've already shown you consideration by not killing you outright and taking them. Don't test my limits." His oppressive aura grew even heavier. The Dragon Race powerhouse who had just spoken, the Rebellious Dragon King Little Stubborn Dragon, immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. Xiao Chen and the others felt furious and helpless. The respect in their eyes was gone, replaced by resentment.
He Heng didn't care in the slightest. He had never been one to care what others thought, and besides, there was nothing wrong with what he was doing. In the world of cultivators, the Law of the Jungle was the only rule. He was stronger than Xiao Chen and the others, so they had no grounds to bargain with him. Elderly magnanimity was nothing but a trick to bind people's hearts.
His actions might earn him the hatred of this protagonist of the Longevity World, but so what? Xiao Chen wasn't Long Aotian, and he had no invincible halo. Even in the end, he would be no more than a king, still no match for He Heng as he was