"Are there others?"
Seeing a second-level Spirit Transformation cultivator suddenly appear, Chen Changming was somewhat surprised as well.
This man seemed to have been hiding somewhere for a long time, yet Chen Changming had carelessly failed to notice him.
This made him slightly wary—he would have to be more careful in the future and not let his guard down just because his opponent's cultivation was low.
With a thought, the three flying swords slipped out from beneath Old Huang's massive hand of spiritual power like loaches. After circling once, they returned above Chen Changming's head.
"Huh? You actually managed to dodge that?"
Old Huang was startled. He turned to look at Chen Changming, sizing him up from head to toe.
Though that grab had been casual, with his Spirit Transformation cultivation, there was no reason a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator should have been able to evade it.
This kid had some tricks up his sleeve.
"Young man, I advise you to know what's good for you and stay away from this Spirit-Inducing Grass!"
Old Huang said in a deep voice, his tone laden with menace.
Seeing the other man throwing his seniority around, Chen Changming's expression turned cold as he sneered.
"You've already reached Spirit Transformation. Why do you still want this Spirit-Inducing Grass? Is this thing even useful to you?"
"My young master needs it. Is that not allowed?!"
Old Huang gave a muffled snort, unwilling to waste any more words. With a raised hand, he summoned a Spirit Treasure shaped like a small black mountain.
Whoosh!
The black mountain swelled in the wind, instantly growing enormous like a genuine mountain peak. Carrying crushing pressure, it bore down on Chen Changming.
"No."
Chen Changming coldly refused.
Seeing that the other man actually dared to rely on his Spirit Transformation