Chu Fengmian's heart was already filled with murderous intent.
Had it not been for him, the treasures gained by the Northern Region martial artists would have been snatched away by the disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sect.
And yet, these people were still insatiably greedy, even thinking of joining forces to threaten Chu Fengmian.
If Chu Fengmian could be threatened, he wouldn't be Chu Fengmian.
With a wave of his large hand, the Ancient Slaughter God Illusion fiercely condensed behind him.
At the same time, endless murderous intent emerged from Chu Fengmian.
"Damn it, this man wants to monopolize all the treasures!"
"No way, once we leave the Ancient Dragon Emperor's cave, we must leak the news that he killed the disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sect, and let the people of the Ancient Desolate Sect come after him."
Among the crowd, many Northern Region martial artists began to shout frantically, their minds filled with countless schemes on how to deal with Chu Fengmian.
