Old Trick, New Target? One Move to Capture the Enemy

Uncle Boya's calm demeanor made everyone's expressions turn strange. Could this kid be up to his old tricks again?

"Uncle Boya, it is an honor for you that my lord has invited you to join the War God Palace. Surely you do not intend to refuse?"

The woman in golden armor snorted coldly, her face full of fierce menace. She did not believe him; she felt this prick was lying.

"Hey! Can't you understand human speech? I made myself perfectly clear. If you want me to join the War God Palace, you'll have to ask my lord first!"

Uncle Boya stood tall and proud, utterly unafraid as he squared off against her.

"You're courting death?" The woman in golden armor grew enraged. Her golden hair streamed in the wind, giving off an aura like clashing steel and galloping warhorses, swallowing ten thousand miles in a single breath.

"Wishful, stand down."

The voice from within the sedan quelled her fury.

"Uncle Boya, I'll give you one chance. Tell your master to come out and meet me!"

The man's voice was filled with majesty, along with a battle intent drawn taut and ready to erupt.

He wanted to see what kind of being could subdue Uncle Boya.

"Fine! You said it yourself, so don't regret it later!"

Uncle Boya nodded heavily. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he pointed toward the depths of the dojo, shouting loudly.

"He's here! You're all dead!"

Following the direction of his finger, everyone could see a vague figure emerge from the distant depths of the mist. It split apart the poisonous miasma, opening a passage as it slowly walked out.

He was an extraordinarily handsome man with an overpowering evil aura. From head to toe, he exuded wild arrogance and insolence, brimming with demonic charm.

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