"Get lost?"
Chen Changming raised an eyebrow slightly.
The gentle smile in his eyes vanished as swiftly as a receding tide, replaced by a thread of near-tangible killing intent that spread from between his brows. Like ice suddenly cracking open, it bared its sharp edge, making even the surrounding air seem three degrees colder.
He had indeed accepted the favor of that Spirit Transformation Grass, but one thing was one thing, and another was another.
He was equally determined to obtain this Mystic Dragon Blood Ginseng. He would never hand over such a rare opportunity simply because of a single Spirit Transformation Grass.
For young masters of great clans like this, Chen Changming had seen far too many in his lifetime.
From the Human Realm to the Spirit Realm, he had never spared a second glance for those spoiled young masters who relied on their ancestors' blessings and their sects' protection to swagger about and bully ordinary cultivators.
The young master of the Sima Family before him was clearly one of that sort.
"Young Master Sima, are you scared?"
Chen Changming suddenly gave a cold laugh and raised his voice in challenge, his gaze like a blade stabbing straight at the young man in brocade robes.
"Scared? What would I be scared of? A little cultivator at the fourth layer of the Void Refinement Realm like you?"
Sima Shaoyu smiled indifferently, the contempt in his eyes growing ever thicker, as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world.
In the eyes of a Body Cultivator at the tenth layer of the Void Refinement Realm like him, that Rogue Cultivator at the fourth layer below was no different from an ant beneath his feet.
One finger was all it would take to crush him.
"Since you're not scared, then