"Junior Brother Chen, we offended you greatly before. Please don't take it to heart."
The disciple surnamed Zhao, who stood at the head of the group, called out loudly.
Upon hearing this, Chen Changming remained unmoved, his expression cold as he watched the battle.
Seeing Chen Changming continue to stand by with folded arms, the disciple surnamed Zhao flew into a rage and shouted, "Chen Shan, haven't you gone too far? Your fellow disciples are surrounded by demonic beasts, yet you still refuse to lend a hand!"
"I can help."
Chen Changming suddenly spoke. With a faint smile, he said, "But once the battle is over, all the Ironclad Bear corpses here will belong to me."
The moment they heard this—
The few inner sect disciples were so furious their lungs nearly burst.
They had risked their lives to kill these dozen or so Ironclad Bears, only to end up without even a single one for themselves, while Chen Shan took them all. How could they possibly accept that?
"Chen Shan, get the hell out of here!"
Consumed by rage, the disciple surnamed Zhao could not help but curse.
"Who are you telling to get out?!"
Chen Changming's gaze turned icy. Nine streaks of sword light suddenly shot out from between his brows, hurtling straight toward the disciple surnamed Zhao.
This disciple surnamed Zhao was also at the sixth level of the Golden Core realm.
The moment he saw Chen Changming suddenly unleash nine life-bound Flying Swords, his heart jolted in shock.
In his haste, he summoned back his own life-bound magic treasure.
It was a small azure tripod.
The small azure tripod burst forth with countless rays of green light, forming a defense like a curtain of rain.
Screech! Screech!
The nine life-bound Flying Swords carried astonishing force, piercing