Everyone in the dilapidated temple knew that the strongest here was Peng Donglai. The barefoot elder and the sword-hugging middle-aged man were the three of them, and now two of them had made their stand. As a result, everyone turned their eyes to Peng Donglai.
Peng Donglai didn't stand up, and his fellows didn't move either.
"Cunning old fox."
The barefoot elder muttered under his breath.
The other party was clearly intending to profit from their strife. Nevertheless, he and the sword-hugging middle-aged man had already made an agreement, so they were not afraid of Peng Donglai interfering.
Anyway, today, the youngster named Shi is doomed to die!
"Boy, hand over the Copper Stone wisely."
"Do you think one person can stand against us all?"
Seeing the barefoot elder and the sword-hugging middle-aged man all prepared to take action, other smaller groups stood up to join the excitement. Maybe if they performed well, they could get a piece of the Copper Stone as well.
