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"Boss already made the call, so we have to fight."
Jiang Muchen's expression was grave as he held the Chishan Sword, appearing as if he were at a funeral, while Qin Yu fingered her Qiushui Sword, her expression not much lighter.
They stood at opposite corners of the central courtyard, with Yu Yanzhi alone at the head.
A standoff for three seconds.
Jiang Muchen glanced at Qin Yu, and upon seeing her rotate the Sword Blade, he understood without words—after all, they were companions who had fought side by side.
Whoosh!
The Chishan Sword was drawn!
Qin Yu's Qiushui followed two steps behind, swiftly catching up.
The Chishan was domineering; the Qiushui was tricky.
Both swords were of famous quality, naturally a sight to behold, but the attention they drew was quickly suppressed.
Because Yu Yanzhi had drawn his sword.
