"Let me tell you, Chaotic Heaven, today you have only one choice, hand over the item; otherwise, you will undoubtedly die!"
Elder Chaotic Heaven was mocked by the opponent but remained unchanged in expression, merely shook his head with a sigh and said, "Since Fellow Daoist Mei Hua disagrees, let's see the real outcome from our skills then."
As he spoke, his gaze shifted to another direction and said, "What about Fellow Daoist Ku Zhu? Do you think there's room for negotiation in today's matter?"
As soon as the words fell, a figure suddenly appeared where Elder Chaotic Heaven was looking.
This figure was quite thin, with yellowish skin, dressed in a shabby monk's robe, appearing as shriveled as bamboo.
Especially on an old face full of deep wrinkles, there was an aura of bitterness, as though he had been soaked in bitter water since birth, then undergone numerous sorrowful and difficult experiences, hence bitterness ran deep in his bones.
