Looking at the items inside the eleven storage rings, Lin Fan did not spot anything spectacular. Seemed like these were probably every single last bit of worth of these poor f*cks.
"Lin Fan, let us go! If you don't, you will cause the entire Cangling Continent to go into chaos!" The Grandmaster of Wind Sword Sect hollered. There was a deep fear within his eyes. He had not expected that even with this many people, they weren't a match for this lad.
Just what sort of trials had this lad undergone?! Why the hell had he turned this strong in just two years? This was just unbelievable!
Looking at these Grandmasters, Lin Fan let out a cold laugh.
"Chaos or not, cut your bull. I've already made my words clear from the start. No matter who arrives, no one shall bail you guys out."
Lin Fan took out the two tablets of his senior brothers and placed them on the ground.
