No Mercy

While Nova's voice sounded in his mind, several figures appeared around Khal, surrounding him from all sides, cutting all of his chance off from escape.

"You really thought you will outrun us with your low cultivation base, huh? You really are a naive kid!"

One of the men that caught up with Khal and stood on the very front stared at Khal coldly, his grasp tightly holding a longsword that was made out of some kind of yellow material and emitted a powerful presence.

"We don't want to cause you trouble, kid, so be a good boy and give us the God Iron now. I promise you won't regret it if you do." the man with the sword smiled, even taking a step forward to show he was ready to attack Khal if he didn't give him what he wanted.

Khal however didn't look nervous nor was he in a hurry to move, but simply glanced around to see just how many cultivators were currently surrounding him.