After a brief cheer, Brother Cheng noticed everyone looking at him eagerly.
It was like they were hungry ravenous wolves.
Looking at each of them, with nothing on them, how could he not understand their intentions.
It's just that their skin isn't as thick as Yin Xuer, and they're too embarrassed to say it directly.
"Sigh, with you dying once, I'm going to go from wealthy to utterly poor."
Even though he said this, for his lovely disciples, he was more than happy to do so.
The over two hundred Immortal Kings from Infinite Cave Heaven each had a set of seventh-level immortal armor and immortal artifacts, plus top-grade immortal treasures.
And there were over a hundred Immortal Venerables with exceptionally outstanding talents who were equipped with tier seven gear.
Now he could only take them all out.
Every second and third-generation disciple had a share, the fourth generation could only depend on destiny.
