"I don't believe you!" Ling Han said with a shake of his head.
The young man snickered, and said, "I'm Nangong Ting, the Holy Son of the Lunar Sect!"
He was telling Ling Han to consider the consequences of becoming enemies with him.
Ling Han smiled, and said, "Isn't Bei Xuanming the Holy Son of the Lunar Sect?"
"Hmph, that trash!" Nangong Ting scoffed. His expression was filled with disdain, and he said with a frown, "Enough with the nonsense. Hurry up and hand the White Demon Tree over!"
He had set his eyes on the demonic tree since a long time ago. However, the previous time that he had come, he hadn't had any confidence in defeating it at all. This time was different. Firstly, he had already advanced from the third severance to the fourth severance, meaning that his battle prowess had increased by several times. Secondly, he had borrowed a treasure that would allow him to suppress the White Demon Tree.