Despite the trio's disdain, Zheng Tianrong, though furious, didn't dare say much.
His group of over a dozen people combined was likely no match for these three.
With the arrival of three more Level 9 Martial Spirits, Chu Qingyun's expression turned grim.
He might consider fighting a single Level 9 Martial Spirit; even if he couldn't win, he was confident he could escape.
But four was a completely different story.
Besieged by four Level 9 Martial Spirits and over a dozen Level 8 and Level 7 Martial Spirits, he might not even be able to escape unscathed.
"I suppose you're all here for my Sect Token. But there's only one. Even if you manage to snatch it, who will it belong to?"
Chu Qingyun spoke, subtly taking two steps toward the lava pit without betraying his intentions.
"Hah! Don't try that clumsy trick on us, kid. It doesn't matter who gets the Token—you're dying first!"
Chen Yi, one of the three Level 9 Martial Spirits, sneered.
