"I won it fairly, so why should I hand it over to you?" Wang Gu asked.
"Daoist friend, don't make this more complicated than it needs to be. You clearly have no idea who you're dealing with," the sect elder replied, a Mid Core Formation cultivator.
Wang Gu narrowed his eyes and stared firmly at them. In his view, he could still handle them since the gap in strength was not yet significant.
The two sect elders were at the Core Formation stage, while the man flying behind them was only a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
With Wang Gu's strength, he could at the very least exhaust them, or kill the Foundation Establishment cultivator.
"I will not hand it over."
"Then accept your death!" the elder shouted.
The old man charged forward and summoned his sword. Wang Gu reacted at once, drawing out his own sword, though it was not the rusty one from yesterday's auction.
