At this moment, as Zhang Qiang's blood continued to gush from his body, the eyes of everyone around were filled with shock and horror.
"What? You actually killed Zhang Qiang? Kid, you're too arrogant. Zhang Qiang was our brother, and not only do you refuse to hand over the treasure, but you're also so domineering. It's simply outrageous!"
"That's right, punk. Hand over the treasure immediately, and maybe we won't hold you accountable for killing a companion!"
"Hurry up and surrender the treasure!"
At this moment, one by one, the people looked at Ding Fan with eyes full of greed, without the slightest hint of pity. It was as if it wasn't their companion who had just been killed by Ding Fan.
Meanwhile, Ding Fan seemed not to hear their words at all. An uncertain look of astonishment flashed in his eyes as he held the worn-out Iron Sword, which began to tremble slightly.
"This is..."
