"Kid, hand over the White Fox nicely and this will be over. Otherwise—"
The Black-faced Tributor glared angrily at Lin Chang'sheng.
He actually had some impression of this Lin Chang'sheng.
This guy was the freak who'd reached the peak of the Refining God Ladder.
Even though he'd also just broken through to the Nascent Soul Stage, the Black-faced Tributor firmly believed the kid had barely made it and his cultivation wasn't anything to worry about.
If he knew Lin Chang'sheng had already killed Jiu Wushang and Nie Buping, who knows if he'd still dare to act so arrogantly right now.
"Or what? You gonna kill me and snatch the fox?"
Lin Chang'sheng scoffed dismissively.
Never mind two Early Stage Nascent Soul Tributors—even if Ding Changhai, the Hall Master of the Yin Yang Hall, showed up, he still wouldn't be any threat to Lin Chang'sheng.
"If you're so eager to die, then my brother and I will oblige you!"
