Tong Lie had not expected Fatty Xia's opposition to be so resolute, and he wavered as well.
He was no child. He could not simply act according to his own wishes without considering outside influences and other factors. After pondering for a moment, he said,
"Then send a letter of challenge. I seek only one battle, to witness the exquisite methods of the Ye Family Divine Sword. We can speak of everything else afterward."
His mind was made up.
If the Ye Family's Cheng Jun Divine Sword was merely famous for nothing, and Ye Shaoqiu himself was the truly formidable one, then he naturally would not brave the world's condemnation to seize the sword. There would be no use in taking it, and he would only bring trouble upon himself.
But if the Cheng Jun Divine Sword truly possessed some hidden marvel, then he could not be blamed for casting righteousness aside.
For himself, it mattered little. His foundation was already set, and he would not take up swordsmanship again. No matter how formidable the Cheng Jun Divine Sword was, it would still be nothing more than a useless sword to him.
But Tong Lie was not alone in this world. He had family, tribesmen, and the Bronze Hammer Tribe—his greatest weakness.
Before entering Divine Land Pass this time, the chieftain had entrusted him with the Flying Sickle Axe, the sacred artifact passed down through generations of the Bronze Hammer Tribe. It was an immense show of trust.
Thus, he had constantly been thinking of finding another supreme treasure within the human race, bringing it back for the chieftain, and using it as part of the Bronze Hammer Tribe's foundation—such as this Cheng Jun Divine Sword.
If, in the future, one of his tribesmen could inherit the divine might of