"Master Qing, I'm sorry. This flying Supreme True Treasure is very useful to me, so I can't agree to it," Jian Wushuang said.
"You can't agree?" Master Qing's expression remained unchanged. "Then I'm sorry."
"What? Master Qing, as a Superior Ruler, is going to attack me, a Principles Master, without any regard for my reputation?" Jian Wushuang laughed.
"Yes, you are a Principles Master. But in terms of combat strength, you can suppress both the Ruler Tyrant Axe and the Pupil Master. I'm not far from a Superior Ruler. How can I attack you without respect?" Master Qing's voice was cold.
"But I'm a Superior Ruler, so I won't bully you. How about this? You take three of my strikes, and if you aren't seriously injured by me after three strikes, I'll turn around and leave."
"Oh?" Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows, but he found it funny in his heart.
