Tangyu shouted angrily, "You have quite the nerve, starting with threats of violence and murder. Do you really think we are soft persimmons that are easily bullied?"
"Hmph, since you've put it that way, I'm not afraid to speak the truth. In my eyes, you indeed are soft persimmons, weak enough for us to handle at will. Fighting and killing depend solely on our desires. Don't think that just because you are Outer Sect Disciples of Myriad Saints Valley, I wouldn't dare to kill you. The death of two Outer Sect Disciples is trivial to Myriad Saints Valley, a minor issue akin to sesame and mung beans. Of course, I could also give you a chance to live. Just obediently hand over those eight snow lotuses and your Tempering Spirit Pills, and I will let you go. Otherwise, hmph—you know the consequences," the leading man said with a cold and sinister smirk.
