120 Bone Spikes

Shen Ran looked at the influx of people in front of him and sneered. "What if I don't hand it over?"

Zhou Ziran's eyes darkened as he threatened, "Shen Ran, can you defeat so many people? A wise man submits to the circumstances. Even if you have the Heavenly Fire, you're not our match."

Lei Qianren's blade buzzed. He could not hold it in anymore.

The surrounding atmosphere became extremely tense.

A disdainful smile appeared on Gu Shuyu's face before he raised his hand and moved his fingers.

The Heavenly Demon Sect cultivators behind him quickly surrounded Shen Ran. It was a dead end.

Unless Shen Ran could rush out, he would definitely die miserably in this palace.

Beside him, Liu Nanzhi was even more worried. "Your Highness Shen…"

Faced with such a stalemate, Shen Ran could only hand over the Heavenly Fire.

Xiao Han sneered in his heart, his eyes filled with hatred.