At this moment, a young man with an arrogant expression slowly approached with a group of followers.
When he saw the middle-aged man step out of the car, he let out a disdainful sneer.
He pointed to the ground beneath his feet.
"Heh... in Zhongnan, Mo Cang is law!"
"No one has ever dared to refuse us, Mo Cang. You are the first, I must admit, you've got guts!"
As the young man spoke, his eyes filled with a venomous and ruthless light.
"If you know what's good for you, hand over the King Ginseng obediently, or else, I'll make sure you won't even have a corpse left to bury!"
However, the middle-aged man looked at the approaching youth, his face full of cold contempt.
"A mere insignificant Sect Gate dares to be so presumptuous, truly ignorant of life and death!"
"Do you really think Mo Cang would not fear making an enemy powerful enough to massacre and wipe out your clan?"
These words immediately ignited the fury of the Mo Cang disciples.
"How insolent!"
"Shut your mouth!"
