"Go collect the Blood Bear's corpse."
Ling Feng casually assigned a disciple to retrieve the Blood Bear's body.
However, just as the disciple reached the corpse, an incomparably sharp Spear Qi tore through the air from the side and struck him with deadly precision.
The disciple did not even have time to react before the terrifying force sent him flying backward. He crashed heavily into the woods dozens of yards away.
"Everyone, trying to take my spoils without my permission is rather disrespectful, isn't it?"
In the distance, Qin Yan slowly lowered his spear and spoke in an even tone.
Ye Hen's gaze finally settled squarely on Qin Yan.
His ink-black eyes were ancient and still, revealing no emotion. Yet his voice was as cold as a sinister wind blowing from the Nine Netherworld. "Holy Son Qin Yan, hand over your Holy Son Robe and Storage Ring. Then sign a Heavenly Dao Contract and become my slave. If you do, I can spare your life."
Although Qin Yan had sent a disciple flying with one strike, that was not enough to make Ye Hen take him seriously!
He had absolute confidence in his own strength!
Qin Yan nearly laughed in anger when he heard that.
Why did every one of them treat him like some soft persimmon they could squeeze at will?
"I had originally intended to spare your lives."
Qin Yan spoke slowly. The chill in his deep eyes intensified, and his aura began to surge like an awakening Fierce Beast. "But now, it seems your lives cannot be spared."
He could truly feel it.
The strength he had displayed openly made everyone think he was a juicy target, someone anyone could come over and take a bite out of.
The benefit was that it easily made his enemies