"What did you say?"
Suddenly, a terrifying murderous aura erupted from the man in black, but it quickly subsided. He responded with a sneer, "Stop bluffing me. Some things are better left unspoken."
Xiao Qiang looked gloomy, trying to scan the man's identity, but he carried a talisman that blocked his psychic probing, preventing Xiao from recognizing him.
Sensing something amiss, the man's face became icy as he said, "I'll count to three. If you don't hand over the map, I'll make sure you regret coming into this world!" A hint of murderous intent flickered in the man in black's eyes.
"Three…"
The old man trembled inwardly, the voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite identify the speaker. With regret gnawing at him, he wished he hadn't let Mo Gong leave. The attackers were like cunning wolves, consistently persistent in their quest for the map.
"Be careful, Xiao Qiang!"
