"Your trump card?"
Jiang Tian narrowed his eyes, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth. Without hurry, he asked, "Guess... do I have one?"
"Hmph!"
Wang Fugui snorted. Though his expression remained calm, his heart sank a little.
There was no aura erupting from Jiang Tian, and Wang Fugui couldn't spot anything unusual. But instinct couldn't lie. Something was off. There had to be a trick.
At that thought, he turned to Sun Liuyang beside him and said in a cold, unquestionable tone, "You. Go test him."
"Huh?"
Sun Liuyang's face fell on the spot, the corners of his mouth twitching as bitterness welled up inside him.
He had thought that with Wang Fugui showing up in person, there'd be nothing left for him to do. And yet he was still being sent in first!
Wang Fugui had surely noticed something, or sensed something amiss. Otherwise, why would he do this?
With a bitter look on his face, Sun Liuyang ventured cautiously, "Hall Master Wang, this... this isn't a good idea, is it?"
Jiang Tian had been able to gravely injure Xue Huaijin while only in the early Purple Mansion stage. How could he not have some trump card up his sleeve?
Now he'd reached the mid Purple Mansion stage. Taking down a little nobody like Sun Liuyang, a late Purple Mansion cultivator, would be as easy as turning over his hand.
Wang Fugui shot him a cold glance. His voice was flat, without the slightest fluctuation. "Do I need to repeat myself?"
As he spoke, black demonic energy surged over his palm, radiating a chilling aura, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue—silent, yet deadly.
Sun Liuyang gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
A crimson light suddenly blazed. A single-bladed axe, as