"That guy's already at the end of his rope. He can't make any more waves."
The eighth-level Nascent Soul Realm elder from the Everlasting Hatred Sect widened his eyes and let out a contemptuous laugh.
Everyone burst into laughter.
Which of these old men who had cultivated to the eighth or seventh level of the Nascent Soul Realm wasn't shrewd and cunning? They had cultivated for hundreds of years and experienced countless battles, both great and small. Their experience was truly vast.
Their eyes were exceptionally sharp.
How long could this Body Cultivator keep going after fusing with a skeleton to forcibly raise his cultivation?
He had just faced so many dense attacks and exhausted himself escaping. Surely the skeleton's power had already been greatly depleted.
Chen Changming stood with his hands behind his back, facing powerful enemies without the slightest change in expression.
He smiled faintly. "I'm actually a little worried right now. If I get my hands on your Storage Rings, I don't even know which trading house could swallow such an enormous haul of cultivation resources."
"How dare you!"
"You insolent brat!"
"You're asking for death!"
Seeing how arrogant Chen Changming was, Wuyazi and the other powerful cultivators were furious and denounced him one after another.
Figures flashed.
The five eighth-level Nascent Soul Realm experts and dozens of seventh-level experts once again surrounded Chen Changming in a dense formation, moving together with uncanny coordination.
The other Nascent Soul Cultivators stood on the outskirts, watching like tigers poised to pounce.
Chen Changming was now trapped in an airtight iron barrel, with seemingly nowhere to run.
There was only one option: fight.
Chen Changming narrowed his eyes slightly.
Wuyazi and the elders of the four great sects had gathered densely around him, numbering more than a hundred. This force