To take away one's own Storage Ring and still have a hand crippled—could anyone leave the Sulfur Mountain Range alive?
Hearing the man's words, Lin Chuan did not show the slightest emotional fluctuation. He knew that this place operated purely on the law of the jungle, where whoever held the biggest fist commanded the discourse.
If they were inside a sect, bound by sect rules, these people might still show some restraint. But out in the wilderness, killing someone was just killing someone—no big deal.
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