It was a young man around sixteen to seventeen years old. He had a pair of wings on his back that crackled and glowed like lightning, which was very eye-catching. 

“He is an expert of the Lightning Wing Clan, a top clan in the East Victory World,” Miss Le explained to Lin Xun as she recognized the other party with one glance.  

At the same time, the teenager cast a look at the pangolin’s corpse on the deck before he turned around to say to Lin Xun and the others, “Greetings, fellow cultivators, I had my eyes on this beast first so I was wondering if you could hand it over.” As he spoke, lightning circulated his wings. 

Despite his young age, he already exuded a terrifying might and a remarkable demeanor. 

“Are you not demanding too much? Just because you said it’s yours do we have to give it to you?” Lin Xun raised his brows. 

“Too much? No, I’m asking very nicely.” The teenager smiled leisurely.

“Then let me tell you, forget it, let alone you, even if your elders come, they can’t persuade me,” Lin Xun stated.

“What do you mean by that?” The young man frowned with discontent, lightning rioting...