The sudden appearance of Tu Jiuseng and his group caught the disciples of the Mystic True Sacred Clan off guard.
Chen Yilin exchanged glances with Zhao Feng warily.
Tu Jiuseng’s group had obviously come prepared, and they were extremely strong, whereas Chen Yilin and company were somewhat drunk. Two or three Core disciples couldn’t even see clearly.
“Zhe zhe zhe, everyone that’s here will get a share of the Demigod’s cellar.”
Tu Jiuseng laughed.
Although he had the advantage in numbers, Tu Jiuseng didn’t attack.
Chen Yilin and Jiang Fan were both amongst the top tier of geniuses in the Sacred Land, and Chen Yilin was even one of the top ten prodigies.
Tu Jiuseng also knew how troublesome Zhao Feng was.
Apart from that, Jiang Fan had a bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races and was pretty close to the top ten geniuses’ level.
Seeing this, Chen Yilin let out a slight breath. It seemed like Tu Jiuseng had no intentions of attacking.
