Zheng Jingren's eyes flickered as he considered whether to take advantage of their numbers and rush out first. As for the rest, they would deal with it after they had escaped.
However, at this moment, Zheng Ming chuckled and said, "Go? Why should I go? I've pointed out so many flaws; I won't leave until I take all Eight Treasured Blades of Hundred Refinements Hall with me."
"Nonsense! You think you can take the Treasured Blades of Hundred Refinements Hall with your baseless bluster? Forget taking them all, if you can even take one, I'll let you kick my head around like a ball," one burly man yelled at Zheng Ming in a rage, and his outburst seemed to energize the others. Immediately, another person followed up with a curse: "Exactly, if you can take away one piece, that's enough to share your surname."
