Seeing the other man's tone turn wrong, Zhao Qi immediately stepped aside, while Yang Lingrui rose to his feet in vigilance.
"What did you mean by that, Senior?"
"That Vitality Returning Grass of yours—I covet it dearly. Hand it over to me, and we shall part ways here. How about it?"
As Zheng Huaming spoke, his entire aura erupted, the threat in his words unmistakable.
"So that was it. I had been wondering why a senior with such profound cultivation would travel alongside the two of us. Now it all made sense."
Yang Lingrui sneered. "Senior, you were quite patient, waiting until we left Feng Ling before tearing off the mask."
Zheng Huaming shrugged indifferently. In his eyes, Yang Lingrui and Zhao Qi were both prey he could knead as he pleased.
He had merely waited until now to avoid letting the Li Family notice anything amiss.
"I advise you two to know what is good for you. Otherwise, not only will you fail to keep your opportunity, you may even leave your lives here."
"Know what is good for us?"
Yang Lingrui's face was full of disdain. "Since things have come to this, there is no need for you to keep putting on this hypocritical act, Senior. I fear that from the very moment we set out, you never intended to let either of us live!"
At those words, Zheng Huaming's expression gradually darkened.
Since Yang Lingrui had exposed his thoughts, he no longer intended to keep up the pretense.
"Fine, then die!"
Zheng Huaming threw a punch at Yang Lingrui.
In his mind, Yang Lingrui would undoubtedly die beneath that single punch.
Bang!
Yet in the next instant, his fist was blocked by the Gale Wind swirling around Yang Lingrui.
Zheng Huaming's expression changed drastically.
"How is that