148: Chapter 148 You think you're worthy?

Xia Jin's words immediately made Elder Tong and his group feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The smile on Elder Tong's face froze instantly, as if he had been doused with a basin of ice water.

It's over.

They really are from the Dongxuan Continent.

He subconsciously took half a step back, and the two short, stout figures shivered in unison.

Even A-Yan, who had just been heavily injured and kneeling on the ground, stood up involuntarily, looking at Xia Jin with wariness.

"What? Is this expression because you are unwilling to believe that this Prince is from the Dongxuan Continent, or because you dare not believe it? Hahahaha!" Xia Jin laughed suddenly, his hands clasped behind his back.

Accompanied by Xia Jin's laughter, Venerable Miaodi and the Grey-robed Swordsman, who had just disengaged from the battlefield, walked out side-by-side from the distance.

Venerable Miaodi was fine; his face remained as calm as an ancient well. However, the Grey-robed Swordsman looked thoroughly pleased.

However, his bright smile was even more blinding to Elder Tong than the fists of the demonized A-Yan.

"Amitabha." Venerable Miaodi pressed his palms together, his gaze sweeping calmly over the group before landing on Elder Tong's gloomy little face.

"Donor Tong, I trust you have been well since we last met."

Elder Tong's mouth twitched, and before he could speak, the Grey-robed Swordsman scoffed aloud.

"Well? Venerable, do you think he dares to be well right now?" He sneered, his tone filled with endless mockery. "Little friend, you were so arrogant towards the two of us just a moment ago; how have you become a mute now?"

"Little friend? You... you dare to call this Seat 'little friend'!?" A fierce killing intent flashed in Elder Tong's eyes, and the veins on his forehead bulged. However, upon seeing Xia Jin, who had suddenly narrowed his eyes, he forced himself to swallow the insults that were on the tip of his tongue.

It was not that he did not want to lash out, but that he dared not.

He did not care about the Grey-robed Swordsman in front of him at all, but the figure in the black dragon robe behind that man had the ability to wipe out their entire group.

For a moment, Elder Tong felt as if he were being watched by an ancient Vicious Beast.

He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed intently on Xia Jin: "Fellow Daoist... we were indeed in the wrong just now."

"We admit defeat."

As soon as he finished speaking, he tore the token from his waist and threw it towards Xia Jin without hesitation.

"The points inside total one hundred and thirty; they are all yours." Elder Tong's voice was low, filled with suppressed dejection. "Consider it my compensation to you."

Xia Jin took the token directly and glanced at the number on it with his peripheral vision. It was exactly as the other party had said, and his lips curled slightly.

"You are quite decisive."

He looked at Elder Tong with some surprise, but his eyes gradually grew cold.

"But do you think this Prince will be satisfied with just your token alone? You must know, our team does not consist of just this Prince!"

Xia Jin's words immediately made Elder Tong's face darken.

He narrowed his eyes, and finally, a bit of irrepressible baleful energy showed in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, do you truly have to push us to this point!?"

"That's right! We admit you are strong! But that is only you alone! Those two cannot pose any threat to us at all!" Big Fatty also looked at Xia Jin with a gloomy face.

"If the four of us join forces and fight to the death, I fear you will not gain any advantage either, Fellow Daoist!"

As he spoke, A-Yan's expression also turned cold, and he stepped forward, shielding Elder Tong with his body.

However, before Xia Jin could speak, the Grey-robed Swordsman spoke up lazily.

"Pushing you?" He looked as if he had heard a grand joke, a trace of mockery appearing in his eyes.

"When you were pushing us just now, I didn't see you acting so aggrieved. Now that it's your turn, how did you suddenly learn to ask if others are pushing you?"

He had been holding back a belly full of fire, just fretting about not having a chance to vent it; at this moment, he would absolutely not let any opportunity to mock the other party pass by.

"Hey! Did you hear what this Prince's friend said? Besides, aren't you overestimating yourselves too much? Not to mention that you are currently injured, even in your peak state, you could not possibly be this Prince's match if you joined forces."

Xia Jin's condescending posture made Elder Tong's expression sink completely.

He stared fixedly at the Grey-robed Swordsman, then slowly turned his head to look at Xia Jin, remaining silent for a long time.

Xia Jin smiled.

"Alright, this Prince has no time to waste with you here. Either let this Prince kill you, or obediently hand over your tokens yourselves. If this Prince is in a good mood, perhaps I won't make things difficult for you today!"

As he spoke, Xia Jin reached out his hand and made a gesture for them to hand over their tokens.

"You... go too far!"

Elder Tong shuddered, clenching his fists while gritting his teeth.

A-Yan, who was behind him, turned to look at him, and Big Fatty and Second Fatty were also waiting for his command.

A deathly silence lasted for three breaths.

Elder Tong seemed to have accepted his fate; he stared fixedly at Xia Jin, but in the end, he only managed to squeeze one word out from between his teeth:

"...Give."

He turned around, his eyes already bloodshot.

"Give him all three of your tokens."

"Elder Tong!!" A-Yan was somewhat unwilling, but seeing that Elder Tong remained silent, he could only unfasten his token and throw it towards Xia Jin.

Big Fatty and Second Fatty looked at each other, then gritted their teeth and unfastened the tokens from their waists, throwing them over.

The four tokens, along with the one Elder Tong had given earlier, all landed in Xia Jin's palm.

Crack.

The tokens shattered, and hundreds of light spots, like fireflies, merged into the token at Xia Jin's waist.

The point value jumped continuously.

Four hundred and twenty.

Added to the previous five hundred points, the final total became nine hundred.

Xia Jin looked at the number on the token, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

He waved his hand at the group.

"Alright."

"You can get lost now."

The muscles in Elder Tong's jaw twitched violently.

"...Let's go!"

These three words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

The four figures turned around almost simultaneously, preparing to leave towards the distance.

Xia Jin stood where he was, turning his head to exchange a glance with Venerable Miaodi and the Grey-robed Swordsman.

Xia Jin moved.

He instantly appeared behind Big Fatty and Second Fatty, shaking his head with a touch of pity.

Big Fatty and the other felt a chill on the backs of their necks.

The next second, two palms had already firmly gripped their shoulders.

"You!!"

Elder Tong instantly sensed Xia Jin's fluctuation of Qi, and when he turned his head, the scene before him made his expression change drastically.

white flames surged from Xia Jin's palms, directly engulfing the two short, stout figures.

"Ah!!"

The screams of agony resounded throughout the area.

Big Fatty and Second Fatty's faces twisted within the white flames, but neither of them had any power to resist.

"Bastard!!!"

Elder Tong's eyes were bloodshot. "You actually broke your promise!! You will not..."

But before he could finish his sentence.

A sword tip had already pierced directly through his chest.