Zhang Chenghu faced the threat with calmness unfazed.
"Your Cang Mang Sect indeed has more strength than my Heavenly Crane Sect, but not so much that it can disregard us. Do you think your Cang Mang Sect is a Holy Land, acting so domineering?"
"If your Cang Mang Sect insists on being unreasonable, even if it means going to war, my Heavenly Crane Sect may not be as strong as you, but we will still fight with all our might."
"The disciples of my Heavenly Crane Sect can die in battle, but cannot be insulted!"
The White-haired Elder chuckled lightly, indifferent to Zhang Chenghu's words.
Words, anyone can speak them, but when the shadow of death truly looms, how many can remain as tough as they originally were?
Of course, he knew well that a full-scale war between Cang Mang Sect and Heavenly Crane Sect over a mineral resource was impossible. Zhang Chenghu was also aware of this, which is why he acted so tough.
