"I will take as many treasures as you have."
Shi Tianjun stood with his hands behind his back, exuding arrogance and strong self-confidence.
He seemed detached from the universe, and although Chu Yuan displayed formidable strength, he still was not of the same existence.
His eyes also sparkled with intense eagerness towards the eight gates.
What kind of existence was this man, to have acquired so many valuable things?
Yet, these items were destined to belong to him.
"How about this gate? Do you want it?"
Chu Yuan's expression was cold and severe.
He waved his hand, and the sinister, black smoke-emitting Curse Gate appeared. Then, holding this gate, he stepped directly towards Shi Tianjun and charged through the origin spray of the eight gates.
"Oh? Another gate."
