"You... what do you want from me?"
With Ghost Servant's Soul Knife resting on his neck, the blade aura radiated sharply. From its aura alone, the middle-aged martial artist had numerous minor cuts on his neck.
Blood streamed out, and the mid-aged man felt a wave of fear.
"Go tell Zhou Yandong."
Xiao Mu sneered, "If he wants to negotiate with me, he'd better show the relevant sincerity. It's fine he didn't bring the Secret Manual, but he even sends a lackey to talk to me, threatening me. Is he taking me as a pushover?"
"If he dares to do this again, don't blame me for eliminating him first!"
The middle-aged martial artist looked terrified and didn't dare to utter a word.
"You're just a lackey of Zhou Yandong, and you dare to disrespect me? I'll teach you a lesson this time, so you'll remember it. Ghost Servant, cut off one of his ears."
Xiao Mu coldly instructed the Ghost Servant.
"Yes, Master!"
