"Elder Brother Zhong Ming, my brother is badly injured. What do we do now?!"
Luo Xue looked anxiously at Zhong Ming, tears welling in her eyes.
As the Luo Family's Eldest Miss, when had she ever suffered such a grievance? Now she had panicked completely and could only place her hopes on Zhong Ming, a seven-transition martial artist.
But Zhong Ming was barely managing to look after himself. His face had turned ashen, then flushed.
He knew he had completely misjudged Pang Jinzhui's strength. He was no match for her at all. If he took a few more blows from her hammer, he might end up no better than Luo Yin.
So he hurriedly turned and said, "Fellow Daoists, please wait! My name is Zhong Ming, and I am the Minister's son. These two are Luo Yin and Luo Xue, both members of the Luo Family. We were rash just now, and we're willing to turn our swords into plowshares!"
Pang Jinzhui said nothing, simply turning to look at Ye Kang again.
Ye Kang gave a cold laugh. "You told us to get lost, and we did. You said to fight, and we fought. Now that you can't win, you want to turn your swords into plowshares. Young Master Zhong, do you take Miss Pang for a fool?"
At his words, Pang Jinzhui immediately grew angry and raised her hammer.
Zhong Ming's eyes widened. He wished he could slap this two-transition bastard to death.
If Pang Jinzhui weren't so strong, how could this good-for-nothing have a chance to speak?!
But this wasn't the time to argue with Ye Kang. He hurriedly said, "Wait! We were in the wrong. We're willing to offer two Heaven and Earth Treasures in exchange for letting us leave. How about it?"
Pang Jinzhui turned to