“Not possible? Then, get ready to receive this kid’s corpse!” Killing intent glinted across Chen Feng’s eyes as he made ready to attack.

“I can give you the medicinal pills. But only one Sacred artefact and one spiritual herb,” Young Master Tianhen hastily said.

“Deal! Show me the goods,” Chen Feng said, retracting the killing intent seeping out from his body.

Young Master Tianhen gritted his teeth. Waving his hand, a bottle of medicinal pills, a jade ruler and a spiritual herb flew towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng grabbed the items and tossed them into the Longevity Tower, not bothering to even check them.

“Alright. Time for you to let him go.” A sharp glint of light flashed across Young Master Tianhen’s eyes.

“No problem!” Chen Feng waved to throw Zhan Qingsong forward. Young Master Tianhen quickly rushed forward to grab hold of Zhan Qingsong. Next, he swung his hand to fire out a large, cyan-coloured seal stamp at Chen Feng.

“I knew you would attack.” Chen Feng rapidly backed away. However, even after retreating through more than 1,000 metres, Chen Feng was still incapable of escaping the locking power of the large seal. The formidable atmosphere of coercion made Chen Feng feel as though there was a mountain...