Rise of the Otherworld.

Lin Yu looked at the old man, thinking quickly about his proposal. A portion of the treasure? This would still be a huge loss for them, but the current situation was indeed unfavorable to them. His eyes swept through the crowd, trying to judge the other party's bottom line and true intentions.

"A part of the treasure? How much exactly?" Lin Yu asked with a frown, his voice filled with a hint of suppressed anger and helplessness.

The old man smiled slightly, a smile that looked particularly strange on his wrinkled face. He held up three fingers: "Thirty percent."

The disciples behind Lin Yu were immediately in an uproar.

"Thirty percent? This is simply robbery!" a disciple shouted angrily, his face flushed red and his weapon gripped tighter.

"We absolutely cannot agree to this!" another disciple echoed, his eyes filled with determination.

Lin Yu raised his hand to signal his disciples to be quiet. He knew that being impulsive at this moment would only make the situation worse. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and stared at the old man. "Thirty percent is too much. Ten percent is our bottom line." His voice was firm and powerful, trying to gain more initiative in this difficult negotiation.

The old man's face darkened, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes: "One percent? Young man, are you kidding me? Twenty percent, no less." His tone became tough, as if he had lost his patience.

Lin Yu gritted his teeth, his heart in a fierce struggle. Twenty percent of the treasure still made him feel heartbroken, but if he didn't agree, a fierce battle was inevitable, and their chances of winning were not great. "One and a half percent, any more and we would rather fight." His eyes revealed a determination to die.

At this time, the other side of the crowd began to whisper to each other, their voices were low and rapid, as if they were discussing something. Lin Yu's heartbeat accelerated, he didn't know what decision the other side would make.

After a moment, the old man nodded and said, "Okay, one and a half percent, but you have to act quickly."

Lin Yu felt relieved, but at the same time he also felt a sense of suffocation. He turned to look at his disciples, his eyes filled with helplessness and guilt: "Everyone, please take out the less important treasures."

Although the disciples were reluctant, they also knew that this was the best solution at the moment. They began to search their bags, complaining under their breath.

However, just as they were about to hand over the treasure, a sharp laugh was suddenly heard.

"Hahahaha, a bunch of idiots! Hand over all your treasures, or none of you will be able to leave!" A short man with a sinister look in his eyes stepped out from the crowd. His voice was harsh and unpleasant, like the cry of a night owl.

Lin Yu's face suddenly became extremely gloomy. He looked at the man and said, "Don't push your luck!"

The man sneered, "Are you pushing your luck? In this land, I have the final say!"

There was also some commotion among the other crowd, as if they were a little surprised by the man's sudden interruption.

The old man said with a grim expression: "This is our deputy leader, his words..."

"Is his words your final decision?" Lin Yu interrupted the old man, his eyes full of anger and vigilance.

"Hmph, that's right, hand over all the treasures, otherwise today will be the day you die!" said the deputy leader viciously.

Lin Yu clenched the sword in his hand and said, "Come on, let's see if you have the ability!"

The disciples also raised their weapons again, ready to fight.

The situation instantly became tense again, and a war seemed to be imminent. How should Lin Yu and others deal with this sudden change?