"Hahaha! Has this kid gone crazy?"
"Who does he think he is?"
Rujie slapped his thigh, his face full of admiration.
"Those are good rules! Buddha Lord here approves with both hands!"
Si Youyou shook the Soul-Devouring Bell around her wrist. Its chime was crisp as she softly echoed him.
"I think they're quite good too."
The scar-faced cultivator's face turned the color of pig liver, fury surging up within him.
"Chen Changqing, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
Before he could finish the word "forfeit."
Chen Changqing moved.
A streak of lightning flashed before everyone's eyes and vanished.
Fast.
Fast to the utmost extreme.
All they saw was a flash of sword light. The scar-faced cultivator's Blood-Colored Long Blade snapped in two at the center and clanged to the ground.
The next instant, an icy sword edge had stopped before his throat, precise to the fraction.
The chill from its tip made every hair on his neck stand on end.
The scar-faced cultivator froze where he stood, beads of sweat as large as beans rolling down his forehead.
He had not even seen how Chen Changqing had drawn his sword.
That scent of death chilled half the blood in his body.
"Now."
Chen Changqing's voice remained calm, betraying neither joy nor anger.
"We do this by my rules."
The scar-faced cultivator's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed with difficulty.
"Hand them over... we'll hand them over."
Even his voice trembled.
The cultivators behind him, who had still been laughing and jeering moments ago, fell abruptly silent. Their faces went pale. None dared utter another word as they hurriedly removed their storage rings and Storage Bags, tossing them onto the ground.
Rujie immediately stepped forward with a beaming smile and picked them up one by one.
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