Feng Wei and Chen Xi stood in confrontation on the peak of the mountain.

“Unity Darkgold Sword, high-grade earth-rank. Withdraw your Magic Treasure, otherwise, you won’t even have the chance to struggle.” Wei Feng shook the sword in his hand, causing it to emit a clear howl, and the sparkling gold talisman markings on the blade surged and swirled about with an oppressive sharp qi.

Chen Xi smiled as he withdrew the Talisman Armament and casually held it in his hand.

“You want to fight me with that piece of trash? I’ll give you one final chance, hand over the precious treasure and I’ll spare your life.” Wei Feng sized up the sword in Chen Xi’s hand, and a trace of disdain gushed out once more from his heart.

In his eyes, Chen Xi’s sword was completely pitch black and lusterless, and it simply seemed like a fire stick that had just been drawn out from the furnace. Besides possessing an appearance that was like a sword, it didn’t have the slightest distinguishing feature.

“Senior Brother Wei Feng, this fellow obviously won’t repent until death. You’re preaching to deaf ears by saying so much to him.” Zhong Liao spoke from the side, and his fat face was covered in an impatient expression.

Chen Xi stood unmoving and ignored it completely.

Wei Feng couldn’t help but grunt coldly when he saw this. “Since you want to court death, then...