The successor of Swift Sword Valley said indifferently, "Young Master Ming, you're right, the time is just gone like this. I just heard the news that this was the intention of the Supervisory Envoy, and unfortunately, this envoy is from the Sikong family."
"You've already reached this point, I advise you not to struggle anymore, just honestly finish this battle with me, this is your wisest choice."
Zheng Ming looked at the rapidly flowing hourglass, his resentment surging even more violently, but the smile on his face became even more brilliant at this moment.
"A Treasure Pagoda, do you really think it can stop me?"
The young man from Swift Sword Valley didn't speak, but the expression in his eyes exposed his thoughts without a doubt.
He believed Zheng Ming wouldn't make it through the Treasure Pagoda because he was faced with an Upper Gate Inspector from the Sect, and he simply had no chance of victory.
