Crisis

"If you want a part of the spoils, come get it yourself."

With a swing of his hand, Zhou Donghuang casually lopped off the heads of both beasts. He then had the body stored separately, and he looked at the young man mildly.

The two beasts might have exchanged blows with the young earlier, but they had been holding back against him. They had practically depleted close to none of their energy and were still very much at their peak.

He had killed both beasts on his own, and now the young man wanted a share from him?

Was there free lunch in this world?

Although the gaze he tossed at the other man had been mild, there was a threat underlining it.

"You…"

Ultimately, the young man did not lift a hand, because he knew that there was no way he would win even if he tried to lay a hand on Zhou Donghuang.

He was a late Dharma adept like his opponent, and his opponent had already mastered the Dharmic possession technique.