"This was the audacious outsider who extorted the Huangpu Family, claiming he wanted to contend against all the younger cultivators under heaven?" Clad in a jade-green Dharma robe, with Dao rhythms flowing all over him, Yuhua Ruo Xing studied Wei Suo with great interest. Clearly, he looked down on Wei Suo somewhat, believing him to be ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.
Wei Suo did not care in the slightest. He had only been making enemies for that richly dressed young man who had obtained the Desolate Clan inheritance. As for contending against the younger generation of cultivators throughout the world, that had merely been a slogan he had shouted offhand. He had no interest in the empty reputation of being the number one among the younger generation. What interested him was the tangible treasure within the Reincarnation Tower.
Wei Suo was not the least bit nervous about the black ancient halberd with a dragon head that the Huangpu Family Head had brought out. Although this black ancient halberd with its dragon head radiated a towering ferocity, as if a black heavenly dragon might leap forth at any moment, it actually possessed only the might of a half-immortal-grade artifact. It was still far inferior to the incomparably dazzling ancient painting he had seized from the mysterious richly dressed young man. The only thing he needed to be wary of now was concealing his strength as much as possible, so that he could gain a greater advantage when fighting for the treasures of the Reincarnation Tower.
"Fine. If I lose to you, I'll return ten million Low-grade Spirit Stones to you. If you lose, how about giving me that black ancient halberd?" Wei Suo calmly swept out from beside the Extreme Yin Divine Monarch, assuming the stance of facing