"Why aren't you running anymore?" Chen Yang smiled slightly, already certain of his victory.
"Young man, don't push things too far. If the three of us Spirit Gathering masters all fall here, you'll face a furious reprisal." The middle-aged man looked uneasy, but facing death, he had no other choice.
Chen Yang found these words amusing.
Although he had no idea who the "young master" the middle-aged man referred to was.
But the fact that they could send three Spirit Gathering masters to deal with him showed their stance.
They clearly hadn't planned to let things go.
Since that was the case, why not deepen the conflict?
"Don't you find that funny?" Chen Yang scoffed coldly.
The middle-aged man's face twitched and his complexion grew even worse.
"So, you're not planning to let me go today?" the middle-aged man asked.
Chen Yang didn't answer immediately. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Answer my question, cripple your cultivation, and I'll spare your life."
