The three of them quickly reached a remote spot with dense grasses. With a plop, Third Senior Brother was tossed on the ground.

“What do you guys want to do?”

Seeing them not kill him, Third Senior Brother instead felt somewhat terrified.

“Give us a reason why we should not kill you. Either that or show what conditions you have for us to not kill you,” said Chen Feng with a smile.

“If you fellows kill me, it would bring you a great deal of troubles,” Third Senior Brother was quick to speak up.

“No one will know if we kill you.” There was a smile on Ye Ziming’s face as he shook his head.

“What is it that you fellows want?” Third Senior Brother considered it and asked.

“Fine, let’s cut the crap. If you want to live, you need to pay the price. For example, some Basic Yang Pills or Magic crystals or some high-grade medicinal pills. In short, it must be something useful for cultivation. Naturally, there must be enough in terms of quality and quantity. Remember, killing you is just a matter of raising our hands.” As he spoke, Chen Feng channelled energy through his hand and a Longevity Blade was condensed out.

With a swing of his hand, a blade beam shot out to cut a stretch of grasses spanning a distance of tens of metres.

“Do not try any tricks and do not waste our time. I am sure you understand the consequences of doing so,” said Chen Feng coldly.

“I can give you some...