At this moment, after Lu Ren passed through the black mist, he descended toward the nearest island.
But the moment he had steadied himself, a team flew over from afar. There were more than a dozen of them, all First and Second Tribulation Masters, yet the aura of origin laws emanating from them far surpassed that of ordinary people.
Lu Ren remained where he was, his expression cold as he watched the dozen or so people surround him.
These people were merely First and Second Tribulation Masters. Before him, they were utterly incapable of withstanding a single blow.
"Lu Ren, don't act rashly. We've only just arrived; if you can take a step back, then take one. These people are all First and Second Tribulation Masters, but there must be stronger Masters behind them!"
Just as Lu Ren was about to make a move, Little Broken Tower's voice rang out in his mind.
Lu Ren calmed down and saw an elderly man at the head of the group sizing him up from head to toe.
"So young? Yet you actually came to Immortal King's Perilous Land to throw your life away?"
The old man looked utterly stunned.
Generally speaking, the cultivators who came to Immortal King's Perilous Land were Immortal Kings whose lives were nearing their end. Young Immortal Kings like Lu Ren were not unheard of, but they were exceedingly rare; one might not appear even once in several hundred years.
"Kid, cut the nonsense. Hand over all the resources on you, and we can spare your life and let you join our Yellow Dragon Tribe!"
said the leading old man.
"I'll hand them over, I'll hand them over! As long as you don't kill me, I'll give you all my resources!"
Lu Ren acted submissively and took out