Over a hundred people rushed towards Lin Yun because he was holding the Eighth Grade Lava Core in his Fiery Demon Physique form. Lin Yun had become the target of the masses just as the Demonic Blood Vulture had been when it was surrounded. 

The old man with the cultivation in the seventh orifice of the Xiantian Realm was the first to arrive. If Lin Yun continued to reach for the Lava Core, his attack would reach Lin Yun.

Lin Yun looked at the old man and recalled the Wild Dragon Fist’s power. If the old man hit him, he might die even with the Fiery Demon Physique.

“Hand over the Lava Core and I’ll spare your life!” The old man’s hair fluttered in the wind with killing intent glowing in his eyes.

However, Lin Yun unhesitantly grabbed onto the Lava Core. In doing this, the old man’s fist was able to strike him.

Lin Yun cried out as he spit out a mouthful of blood. His fiery hair still fluttered in the wind as his entire body ached. Ultimately, his wound had caved in from the injury. 

“You’re courting death!” The old man coldly snorted and threw his palm over...