Mystic Sky Continent, Falling God Continent.
"I've already called for help. I advise you to leave now, and no one will get hurt..."
Jinlin hung up the phone and calmly spoke as he faced the dozen or so True Dharma Realm experts surrounding him.
It wasn't just Mo Shang—Jinlin had even called that whole bunch of cheaters from the Falling Cloud Sect...
"No matter who you call, it'll be useless. Kid, hand over the Falling God Token, or none of you will leave here today."
The young man at the front looked disdainful, paying Jinlin's words no mind at all.
"So you're pretty brave, huh? What's your name?" Jinlin raised his brows and suddenly asked.
"Kid, I am Fei Yuan, Holy Son of the Qianyuan Sect. If you're scared, hand over the item, then kowtow three times. I may consider letting you go."
Seeing this, Fei Yuan assumed Jinlin had backed down. He slightly raised his chin and arrogantly announced his origins.
"No, don't misunderstand. I'm not interested in where you came from. I asked your name so I can make a tombstone later."
Things did not develop as Fei Yuan had expected. Even after learning his background, Jinlin showed not the slightest fear.
"Why don't we run? The Qianyuan Sect isn't easy to provoke..." Ye Qingrou tugged on Jinlin's sleeve and spoke softly.
"Don't panic. Our Falling Cloud Sect is crawling with cheaters, and isn't Old Mo here too?" Jinlin smiled as he reassured her.
The Qianyuan Sect was not easy to provoke? But their Falling Cloud Sect was no soft persimmon either.
Not to mention Liu Zhengyang, that cheater who had comprehended the Fifty-Fifty Great Dao.
Even the newly arrived Supreme Elder Gu Ling, with his Half-Step Immortal Realm cultivation, was enough to make them drink a pot