Ye Xiong cast a disdainful cold glance at the crowd and let out a contemptuous sneer.
"Oh really!"
"And what if I refuse to hand it over?"
At that moment, King of Blade, brandishing his large saber, let out a cold snort and slowly stepped forward.
"The Divine Sect's treasure is an object without a master, whoever is destined to get it!"
"All of you here are Heavenly Realm powerhouses from various sects and great clans, figures of renown and esteem. Do you really intend to stoop to such petty thievery?"
Wudang's Zhang Mofeng sneered back, "King of Blade, it's easy for you to say, isn't it? Just because your Dragon Soul has gained the inheritance, does that mean only you are entitled to feast while we're not even allowed to sip the soup?!"
"Besides, is the storage ring truly obtained by you? Maybe you snatched it from someone else!"
Zhou Ziyue, standing aloof to the side, also sneered sarcastically, "You speak truly well!"
"Who knows how you got it!"
