The entire place fell deathly silent.
The atmosphere, which had been on the verge of swords being drawn a moment ago, froze solid at the masked straw-hatted man's few calls.
The sky cracked with a clatter, and the wind blew with a mournful rustle.
It was as if something had shattered in everyone's hearts, leaving them a complete mess in the wind.
We haven't even started fighting yet, and you're already doing business?
"Under suspicion, Passive Value, +542." "Under suspicion, Passive Value, +452." "..."
Wave after wave of Passive Value rolled in, and Xu Xiaoshou's heart blossomed with delight.
This game was only fun when played like this!
He pressed down his straw hat and turned to look at the fellow holding a third sword in his teeth.
"The legendary Three-Sword Style?"
"It's my first time seeing the real thing!"
Xu Xiaoshou had originally wondered how a sword held in one's teeth could possibly exert force. But after seeing it firsthand, he realized the man did not need to use his teeth at all.
In this world, everything was powered by spiritual essence.
"Brother, do me a favor. There are a lot of people here. Let me finish this deal, then you can fight?"
Luo Qinglang was so furious his eye sockets nearly smoked.
What kind of face do you think you have?
My moment was just about to take shape, the beauty was about to fall for me.
And with one sentence—do me a favor—you stole it all! Do I look that damn kind? "I'll give you a bird's-ass favor!"
Luo Qinglang's cold brows snapped upright. He spun violently, and amid the crisscrossing of three swords, he slashed out a cyan storm on the spot.
"Tide Reversal!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The howling wind intertwined with endless sword