There were still countless inner cores under this island, and the Capital City Martial Arts Association naturally wouldn't let them slip away.
They would send people every day to retrieve inner cores and bring them back to the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
"So, Ethan Smith died here, right?" someone pointed at the gate of the Immortal Slaying Sect and said.
"Yeah, it's said that Mr. Richards slapped him back with one palm."
"Deserved it. He gave us so much trouble."
Hearing the sarcastic remarks of the few people, Ethan Smith couldn't help but sneer repeatedly.
"Leave all the inner cores," Ethan Smith's voice came from behind these people.
Upon hearing this, everyone hurriedly turned around and looked.
Looking at the scruffy-faced young man in front of them, they couldn't help but sneer, "Who are you? Who let you come here? How dare you talk to us like that?"
Ethan Smith's eyes were slightly closed, and he coldly said, "Give me all the inner cores you've taken."
