Andrew released his cultivation and pulled out the Dustless Sword from his interspatial ring.
He stared coldly at the white-haired man and said, "My purpose here is very simple. I'm here to obtain the treasures. If you know what's good for you, then quickly hand those things over to me. Otherwise, don't blame me for turning hostile."
The white-haired man felt confused when Andrew suddenly changed his tone.
However, he soon realized that Andrew was not simple. Then, he released his cultivation.
He stared at Andrew with a cold expression and said, "What is your background? Tell me the truth. In this mystical realm, I have the final say."
Andrew's lips curled up into a cold smile. "A person who is about to die doesn't need to know who I am. I can tell you that Zeus is no match for me. I can also tell you that Poseidon has already died at my hands."
The white-clothed man's face instantly darkened.