"Haha... Brother Langtian, you really are a man of spirit. In that case, I won't stand on ceremony."
Lin Langtian's attitude pleased Wang Yan immensely. He threw back his head and laughed, deliberately flattering him. Then he turned to Lin Dong, pointing the Great Luo Golden Spear straight at him. "Brat, hand over the spirit treasure, then kowtow to Wang Pan and apologize. Since you belong to a Lin Family Branch, I can spare your miserable little life."
At those words, Lin Dong's body trembled violently under that gaze. An impulse born of fury pushed him to the brink of erupting and fighting Wang Yan to the bitter end.
But Lin Dong had little chance of winning. Still, he could not bear to hand over the spirit treasure he had worked so hard to obtain.
"Lin Dong, if we join forces and use the Intermediate Talisman Puppet, we have a fifty-percent chance of seriously injuring him, or even killing him. If that's what you want, I can help."
As Lin Dong's eyes grew crimson and wild, Little Marten's voice sounded in his heart, tinged with gravity.
"Fifty percent?"
His blood-red eyes fixed on Wang Yan, who stared down at him from above. The flames of anger briefly robbed him of his reason. "Fuck it! Let's fight!"
I worked my ass off for this. There's no way I'm handing it over!
With that thought, Lin Dong could no longer suppress his fury. He flicked the Heavenly Scale Ancient Halberd upward.
"If you want my spirit treasure, show me what you've got!"
Lin Dong's voice was icy. Everything that had happened today had already left him with a bellyful of seething rage, yet Wang Yan still refused to let up and pressed him again. In that case, fighting was his only choice!