In his hand, at some unknown moment, appeared a Treasure Sword, exuding a chilling aura. As he wielded it, it seemed to tear through the air, making one's heart pound with fear.
And the blade's light pointed directly at Xu Qing and the other two.
Zhang Junbao stepped forward half a step: "Zamuhu, we won't give you the Mystic Iron Order."
This Mystic Iron Order, how could he possibly give it to Zamuhu.
Zamuhu laughed heartily, causing the entire hall to tremble. Behind him, a screen crashed down, revealing hidden Mechanical Crossbow Arrows, with their dark arrowheads aimed straight at the throats of the three.
"Doing business on my turf means following my rules!"
Gao Yana drew her longsword, the blue light flashing like lightning.
However, Xu Qing extended a hand to stop her, smiling, "We are here as guests, not to seek revenge. How about, Mr. Zamuhu, we use a gentler method and have a contest. According to worldly society rules, the loser listens to the winner."
