"Young friend, what do you mean by this?"
Meng Shu paused mid-step and replied, holding his temper in check, "We have already apologized to you. What more do you want?"
"Heh. If apologies worked, why would there be so much conflict in the world?"
Bai Mu snorted and slowly rose. "Can one insincere apology make up for the harm your words just caused me?"
An ominous feeling crept into Chao Tianxiang's heart. "Then what do you want?"
"As it happens, I need a maid-your granddaughter is mine. What do you say?"
Bai Mu made no effort to hide his gaze as he looked Meng Yiran up and down.
Though her looks fell short of Xiao Wu's and her bearing lacked Ning Rongrong's innocent purity, she had a more mature charm, and her figure had already blossomed.
One look was enough to tell how delectable she was!
"You-you-I refuse!"
Meng Yiran's mind was a tangled mess as she hid behind Chao Tianxiang in terror.
Chao Tianxiang could not restrain her furious rebuke. "You insolent brat! You're playing with fire!"
"Boy, you may have talent and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect behind you, but you're only a Quasi-Soul Ancestor, with no Titled Douluo beside you. What gives you the right to act so arrogantly?"
Meng Shu unleashed the formidable pressure of a Soul Douluo, his gaze cold and dangerous. "If I kill you right now, what good will your heaven-reaching talent and backing do you?"
A dragon had a reverse scale-touch it, and death followed. His granddaughter was the Dragon Duke's reverse scale.
"What are you yammering about? You've seen my Spirit Rings, and you still think you can leave?"
An icy smile spread across Bai Mu's face as he slapped the ground. "Zygarde, Transform!"
"ROOOAR!!!"
Zygarde stepped forward and threw