“Naturally,” Chen Feng said smilingly.

“If so, this corpse is mine.” Liu Wuxiang then pointed at the corpse of the Ascendant Immortal.

Chen Feng nodded, but he suddenly said, “Naturally, but I have a suggestion.”

“Oh, what suggestion?” Liu Wuxiang asked warily.

“The corpse and spatial magic treasure go to you. However, I want the bone lance.” Chen Feng pointed at the bone lance piercing the corpse of the Ascendant Immortal.

Liu Wuxiang’s eyes narrowed and he said in a hushed tone, “Brother Chen, this doesn’t seem right.”

“Ha ha! I didn’t say anything about you getting Li Wenhou. Besides, I was the one who took care of the Myriad Layers Goldencoil Silk earlier,” Chen Feng said smilingly.

“There is nothing I can do about it if Brother Liu disagrees. Next up, we’ll have to rely on our own abilities,” Chen Feng said nonchalantly. Next, with a wave of his hand, spatial power surged and the corpse of the Nether Immortal on the ground was collected.

Seeing Chen Feng’s actions, Liu Wuxiang’s expression darkened. Next, however, it turned into a smile. “Ha ha ha, not a problem! Since Brother Chen fancies this bone lance, just go ahead and take it.”

This fellow is quite something, Chen Feng thought. If he were...