Immediately, he understood that everyone must know he had reached the ninth floor.
Now, Lin Feng had a valuable treasure with him, unwilling to linger, his figure unfolded as he sought to leave.
Swish!
Just at this moment, a blood-colored figure flashed and stood in front of Lin Feng—it was Xin Wuming.
"Kid, what treasure did you get on the ninth floor? Bring it out for me to see!"
Xin Wuming commanded with an emotionless face.
Hearing this, Lin Feng's eyebrows twitched, a glint of cold light flashed in his eyes, followed by a cold smile curling on his lips, he said, "What treasure I got is none of your business. Get lost!"
A cold shout spilled from Lin Feng's mouth, the icy word 'get lost' exploded in everyone's ears.
The crowd was stunned, their faces showing shock—this young man actually dared to speak to Xin Wuming like this!
Even Xin Wuming's face stiffened!
Get lost?
This guy actually told him to get lost?
