Xuan Qiong's smile slowly faded, his voice becoming level.
"The Heavenly Gang Wuji Sect has claimed this fortuitous opportunity. And since we claimed it, it now belongs to us. You want it? Fine. Then come fight for it. Come and take it. If you can slaughter us until the Heavenly Gang Wuji Sect submits, until I, Xuan Qiong, am trembling on my knees... then you might actually have a shot at this opportunity. But mark my words: it's only a shot."
Master Xuan Qiong's aura began to swell, and a cold sneer graced his lips. "For instance, let's say the disciple from our Sect who obtained this opportunity is spineless. Say he's afraid to die and offers up the treasure to save his own skin... in that case, I, Xuan Qiong, would have nothing to say."
"Otherwise, you won't get so much as a scrap."
