Snap!
Wang Chen swiftly brought his palms together, and the Talisman he had just obtained vanished in an instant.
He wagged his finger at the man in the white robe.
To the man in white, this gesture was undoubtedly loaded with unspeakable sarcasm—Wang Chen was clearly conveying, "If that's all you've got, bring on whatever tricks and treasures you have."
Bare disdain and humiliation!
But this cultivator was no ordinary man; Wang Chen's strength also made him calm down, swallowing his anger as he said, "Fellow cultivator, your Cultivation Level is profound—I concede defeat!"
As soon as those words fell, he suddenly leapt backward, his figure swallowed by the night in an instant.
"Listen well, everyone—Lord Yao's Treasure is on this man!"
Just before he disappeared, the white-robed man let out a thunderous roar.
Half of Taiwu City heard it loud and clear!
Wang Chen laughed.
