Villains Speak Little

Faced with the old man's ruthless resolve, Tang Yu sincerely said with admiration for a moment, "Forgive my earlier disrespect. With a realm like yours, Senior, I'm afraid I'll never reach it in my lifetime."

The old man surnamed Zhou gave a cold snort, feeling somewhat moved as well.

How many years had it been since he had last felt that the younger generation was to be feared?

No wonder Fang Meiyun had been willing to spend so lavishly.

She had used that priceless extraterrestrial mystic crystal as payment to hire him.

"But Senior, Mount Myriad Swords has neither grudges against our Joyous Union Sect nor any mountain alliance with the Jade Maiden Sect."

"It isn't worth risking your life for the little benefit Fang Meiyun offered. If you truly want to make money, our Joyous Union Sect has plenty of ways."

Tang Yu began smiling as he tried to persuade him.

After hearing him out, a trace of hesitation flashed through the old man Zhou's eyes.

Mount Myriad Swords was composed entirely of sword cultivators.

Though their strength was formidable, their finances were indeed somewhat lacking. Their income depended entirely on the resources produced within their territory.

Just as he hesitated, Tang Yu's flying sword, which had been suspended in midair, suddenly struck in a sneak attack.

In that instant, the old man Zhou became two or three inches shorter.

The moment Tang Yu launched his sneak attack, Elder Zhou, who had been ambushed, flew into a rage.

He poured all his strength into a thrust of his sword.

After this sword struck Tang Yu in the chest, it was blocked by a faint red glow.

Even so, the old man Zhou continued charging forward with his sword in one hand.

As Tang Yu let the sword tip ram