"You!" The King of Yin's expression turned ugly, and he, who had always maintained a lofty stance, could hardly stand such contempt.
Yang Ji ignored him and, looking up at a patch of void, spoke calmly yet forcefully, "You three, who took my treasure, it's futile to flee anywhere. Even if the true disciple assessment ends, I'll still drag you out in the outside world."
"Hmm? This freak, can he sense that we're spying?" Xing Xiong muttered lowly, his face turning green as he instinctively covered his treasure and suddenly bellowed, "Those with virtue shall possess the treasures. We are the ones destined by fate. Yang Ji, you dare go against the heavens! I, Xing Xiong, am a man of great fate. Do you wish to battle the heavens for fortune?"
"You are a man of great fate? Then what am I? You will ultimately crawl at my feet trembling!" Yang Ji couldn't help laughing mockingly.
