Mu Chengyang kept reminding himself: Don't make a move, don't fight with him. This guy is as delicate as porcelain or jade, one touch and it'll break, one touch and you'll have to pay!
Even though he didn't dare to fight with Han Yan, seeing Zirong, just a little guard, daring to provoke him with teeth and claws, Mu Chengyang felt it was too humiliating to just ignore it.
"You, go and try." Mu Chengyang pointed to the horse-faced guard and said.
"Me?" The horse-faced guard was a bit hesitant, gods fighting while mortals suffer; he didn't want to get involved.
"Anyway, it's just a test of swords. Let the two guards have at it, shall we, Brother Han Yan?" Mu Chengyang said to Han Yan.
As long as he didn't fight with Han Yan, nothing would happen. This much he was sure of.
"Alright, let them witness the Supreme Treasure Sword personally forged by my young master." Before Han Yan could speak, Zirong interjected.
