"You... Celestial Sword Pavilion, don't push us too far, the Palace Master is in Danfeng City!"
Seeing Qin Yang completely disregard the threat of war with the Dark Palace, the third tributor's face turned angry.
However, he was helpless now. The two strongest experts of the Celestial Sword Pavilion were present and had taken the Young Palace Master hostage. Did they really have no choice but to hand over the treasures they collected?
"Forget it, third tributor, just give it to them!"
An Xingchen suddenly took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth.
In this situation, this guy clearly doesn't play by the rules, brazenly snatching things without fear of war with the Dark Palace. Tonight, he could only temporarily accept the bad luck.
Upon hearing those words, the third tributor's face sank. Then, with a resentful look glanced at Qin Yang, nodded and said to a black shirt disciple: "Give them the backpack."
"Yes, Third Tributor."
