Yang Chen had never been someone afraid of trouble. Seeing this man threaten him, he sneered. "What if I refuse?"
Absurd!
He had obtained it himself, and they wanted him to hand it over? Did they really think he was made of clay?
"Captain, Yang Chen is from the Shenye Sect and has only just arrived, so he does not understand the rules. Please do not lower yourself to his level," Mo Wen Feng said with a smile from the side.
One did not slap a smiling face, yet Fu Xuanbing paid him no heed. He said coldly, "Mo Wen Feng, stop pretending to be a good man in front of me. This is none of your business. If you do not want trouble, then shut your mouth obediently!"
Mo Wen Feng was embarrassed for a moment and could only fall silent at the side.
Fu Xuanbing glared fiercely at Yang Chen and said coldly, "Very good, very good. I like people like you who come from comfortable places—newborn calves that fear no tiger, hahaha. We shall see. Very soon, you will learn just how much crueler the area around the Ancient God Realm is compared to where you came from."
After saying that, Fu Xuanbing shouted, "Let's go!"
At once, quite a few powerful cultivators followed Fu Xuanbing away.
Another group looked at Yang Chen with sympathy. Though they were not under Fu Xuanbing's command, they did not wish to offend Fu Xuanbing because of Yang Chen and kept their distance from him.
As for Heng Ye, he too left alongside that group.
Only Yang Chen and Mo Wen Feng remained where they were. Yang Chen found this rather surprising. "Daoist Mo, there is no need for you to offend Fu Xuanbing because of me."
"It cannot be called