"Handing over my Fang Blade to the both of you?"
Zhong Yue's face changed and as he stopped walking, feigning fear and anger as he said, "What the bloody hell are you thinking? I am a Lord under the Gu Xia City, and I come from the dragon race, don't you dare provoke me…."
The dhole headed Qi Practitioner lifted his little steel fork that emitted a pitch black light as he said coldly, "Hand over the god's fang now or we will kill you! Too many have died in the pursuit of the Swords Gate's four aces, no one will be able to track us if we killed you now!"
Zhong Yue gritted his teeth and pulled out the Fang Blade behind his back while he said, "Dear senior martial brothers, please don't act recklessly. My Fang Blade is made with the fang of a god, how would you be able to put up a fight against me?"
