"Everything here is mine. Do you think what you're saying is even possible?"
The young man spoke in an icy tone. This was territory he had occupied long ago—how could some stranger show up and, upon meeting him, declare that he wanted to take a few things? How could he possibly agree to that?
"Refusing? Then this will be troublesome."
Hearing the young man's cold words, Ye Lin took the Chaos Sword Casket from his Spatial Ring and set it beside him. The Chaos Sword Casket slowly opened, revealing eight peerless divine swords within.
"I think we can still talk this over and settle the matter properly. I'll take two items and leave immediately. I absolutely won't take anything more."
"If you refuse, then I'll have no choice but to kill you first, then take them."
As soon as Ye Lin finished speaking, the young man's expression turned grave. At a glance, he could tell that Ye Lin's Chaos Sword Casket was no ordinary treasure. And the swords inside the casket were all Heaven Grade?
This was simply outrageous. Even he possessed only two Heaven Grade treasures to this day, yet Ye Lin was brazenly carrying more than eight Heaven Grade long swords?
He saw the unopened section within the Chaos Sword Casket. The other eight long swords were, at most, upper-grade Heaven Grade, but what grade was the sword hidden within that unopened central section?
At that moment, he had to admit that he was somewhat flustered.
"I am Zhao Hao, Holy Son of the War God Sect. Who exactly are you? Where do you come from?"
At that moment, Zhao Hao extended his right hand and held it suspended in the air. In an instant, a flame appeared above his palm. Once the flames dispersed, a red-and-white spear