Yu Shanglin’s ruefulness provoked strange expressions from Su Yi’s companions.

Does this guy really think he can do whatever he wants just because Yin Mountain City is Deathbringer’s Gate territory?

Yu Shanglin’s bearing changed completely, and his gaze was sharp and proud.

He looked at Ling Yunhe and said calmly, “I came here with a show of my sincerity. I really don’t want to use force, but if it comes down to that, I’m afraid none of you will leave Yin Mountain City alive. Fellow Daoist, is that junior’s treasure so precious that it’s worth making this place flow with rivers of blood just to protect it?”

Ling Yunhe instinctively glanced at Su Yi. To his utter astonishment, Su Yi proceeded to take out his wicker chair and lie down. His eyes were half shut; it seemed he was dozing.

Yu Shanglin was dumbstruck, and he almost dared not believe his eyes. That punk… Does he not understand what I’m saying? Or is it that he doesn’t take me the least bit seriously?

Yu Shanglin was a mighty Gathering Stars Realm cultivator, and he’d seen more than his fair share of arrogance before. However, he’d never seen anyone this brazen before.

In the face of a mighty foe, he leaned back into a wicker chair....