"If I didn't have a few tricks up my sleeve, what the hell did you think I jumped out here for?"
"If you want to fight, then hurry up and fight. If not, get the hell out of here!"
Zhang Feihu rolled his eyes, his temper seeming exceptionally violent.
The Hook-nosed Cultivator said nothing more. The aura surging around him was swiftly suppressed as well; he lowered his banners and beat his drums, clearly having no intention of fighting.
He gave Zhang Feihu a deep, unreadable look, then lowered his head and retreated several steps in succession.
Yet at the instant he lowered his head, two increasingly sinister glints of cold light flashed through his eyes.
"Old man, don't blame me for speaking bluntly. A spirit pill of the Azure Yellow Millet Pill's caliber isn't a treasure you can hold onto! Even if I didn't step in, you still wouldn't be able to take this pill away."
"You have two choices. One is a fair trade: hand the Azure Yellow Millet Pill over to me. Don't worry, I definitely won't take advantage of you. One hundred thousand Spirit Stones for your pill, and I'll escort you safely out of here."
"Of course, if you aren't willing, I won't force you. I'll leave immediately without another word."
"But think carefully about what that choice means! You can see the situation clearly enough right now. If I leave at this moment, there's no need for me to tell you what will happen to you."
Zhang Feihu held his butcher's knife, murderous aura billowing from his body as he stared at the old man and spoke without reservation.
The old man wore a bitter expression. He instinctively clutched the bottle of Medicinal Pills in his arms tight, his body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.