Hearing the sinister killing intent in Wang Yan's words, the Black Iron King couldn't help but be startled, but then he burst into wild laughter: "Hahaha, it's so ridiculous, you actually want to blackmail my token?"
"You've finally got something right for once," Wang Yan said blandly.
"Hmph, let's not mention your cultivation being the same as mine, even if you were far superior, now under the eyes of the City Lord of Illusion, as long as I call out, the City Lord will appear in no time. Can you still escape?"
Wang Yan shook his head, saying, "It's just a pity, you won't even have the chance to shout."
"Nonsense!" The Black Iron King's face turned cold, about to shout loudly.
Wang Yan's body flickered, and he struck a palm towards the Black Iron King.
Seeing Wang Yan's ordinary attack, the Black Iron King showed disdain, stopped shouting, let out a cold snort, and struck a palm towards Wang Yan.
