As soon as these words came out, there was a low commotion among the onlookers.
Some people frowned, some shook their heads, but more people chose to remain silent.
They could see that the two young men kneeling on the ground were dressed in extraordinary clothes, and they could also see that the young man sitting on the wicker chair had a terrifying aura.
No one wants to get burned by this kind of scene where gods are fighting.
After listening to Xiao Wu's words, Dai Mobai was not angry, but smiled.
He turned his head and looked past Tang San, landing on Ma Hongjun who was kneeling beside him.
Ma Hongjun covered his face, his eyes were red, looking extremely aggrieved, but there was still a trace of lustful evil hidden in those small eyes that he had not had time to put away.
"Interesting."
Dai Mobai withdrew his gaze and looked at Tang San again.
"In that case, don't say I won't give you a chance."
He raised his chin and gestured in the direction of Ma Hongjun.
"Choose one yourself."
"If you can stand the so-called chatting, I will let you leave here safe and sound."
"Not a hair will be missing."
This was said calmly, but Tang San's brows suddenly furrowed.
Xiao Wu behind him was also stunned for a moment, and Ning Rongrong shrank back instinctively.
They are not stupid, they understand the meaning of Dai Mobai's words.
"What do you mean?"
After a brief silence, Tang San's face darkened.
He finally realized what Dai Mobai meant by "picking up a conversation". It was definitely not the level of Ma Hongjun who came up and said a few frivolous words.
Tang San's voice was filled with irrepressible anger, as if it was squeezed out from between his teeth.
However, Dai Mobai ignored him.
The young man sitting on the wicker chair just raised his hand and waved casually to the crowd watching behind him.
The next second, the crowd began to shake.
There was a dull and dense sound of footsteps, like a small army marching at the same time.
The crowd of onlookers was pushed to both sides by an invisible force. Some people let out suppressed exclamations, and some staggered back several steps.
Amid the noisy noises and footsteps, more than eighty figures filed out of the crowd.
They all wear different clothes, but their eyes are all sharp and straight like a gun!
With expressionless faces and cold eyes, they dispersed silently, completely surrounding Tang San and the others and the entire open space.
The people watching unconsciously stepped back several feet.
The originally spacious open space was now even more spacious.
The sun was shining straight down from above, but it was half blocked by the figures of more than eighty people, casting a large shadow on the ground.
Tang San and his friends are standing in the center of this shadow.
Tang San's face became even more ugly.
His Purple Demon Eye can see through the Soul Power fluctuations, but he cannot accurately perceive everyone's Soul Power Level.
But even so, he could still clearly feel the Soul Power fluctuations emanating from those people.
That kind of fluctuation is not strong, but it is extremely stable, like a stove that has been suppressed for more than eighty years. It looks calm on the surface, but it contains amazing heat inside.
These more than eighty people, without exception, are all Soul Master!
Tang San felt a chill on his back.
Surrounded by this kind of lineup, trying to force a breakout is tantamount to wishful thinking.
Not to mention carrying the injured Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, even Tang San himself could not have rushed out from the encirclement of more than eighty Soul Master.
"It's not moving, is it?"
Dai Mobai's voice sounded lazily, breaking the oppressive silence in the venue.
"Li Yue, give him some motivation."
Dai Mobai gave the order without looking back.
Li Yue and Dai Mobai know each other very well and have known each other for many years. She only needs one look from the other person to know what she should do.
She didn't speak, and her expression didn't even change. She just raised her hand and gently took off the lid of the celadon teacup that Dai Mobai had just handed her.
The lid is round, with thin and smooth edges, glowing with a warm cyan luster in the sunlight.
Li Yue Pinch the cup lid with three fingers and apply slight pressure on your fingertips.
A stream of Soul Power invisible to the naked eye surged out along her fingers and covered the surface of the cup lid, making it harder than steel in an instant.
She turned her wrist slightly and then flicked her fingers.
The celadon cup lid came out of his hand, spinning at high speed and turning into a blur of white light.
There was a sharp cracking sound in the air, like someone scratching the glass with their fingernails. It was so harsh that it made people's scalp numb.
The white light flashed away.
"Ah--"
A scream exploded from Ma Hongjun's mouth.
The scream was sharp and brutal, as if someone had burned his skin with a red-hot iron.
Ma Hongjun's body suddenly leaned back, and his right hand bounced up like a reflex.
His left hand clenched his right palm tightly, and the joints of his five fingers turned white from excessive exertion.
But scarlet blood still gushes out from between his fingers uncontrollably.
The blood dripped down his fat fingers, hitting the bluestone floor drop by drop, spreading small dark red flowers on the gray stone surface.
Ma Hongjun's face turned pale in an instant, his lips were trembling, and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. It was hard to tell whether it was pain or fear.
On the bluestone board, a fat little finger lay quietly.
That was the little finger of Ma Hongjun's right hand, which was cut off from the second knuckle.
The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, so flat that there was not even a trace of burr, as if it was not cut off by the rotating cup lid, but cut off by a sharp knife.
That blow actually cut off his little finger.
A burst of suppressed exclamations erupted from the crowd of onlookers. Some people covered their mouths and stepped back, while others turned their heads and did not dare to look any further.
More than eighty strong men in black still stood there with expressionless faces, like more than eighty emotionless statues.
"This is just a warning."
Dai Mobai's voice sounded calmly without any ripples.
He didn't even look at the severed finger on the ground, he just picked up another cup of tea that Li Yue handed over, lowered his head and blew the tea leaves floating on the edge of the cup.
"The next second you wake up late, one of your fingers will be broken."
He took a sip of tea and raised his eyelids to look at Ma Hongjun.
"If the fingers are gone, the toes will be broken."
"So, you can still think about it for nineteen seconds."
His tone was as calm as a lost passerby in Advice.
But this Advice is more useful than any threat.
Ma Hongjun almost jumped up from the ground.
His right hand was still bleeding, and the severe pain at the broken finger made his whole arm tremble.
But his legs seemed to be loaded with springs, forcibly lifting his more than 100-pound body from the ground.
His movements were too fast and too fierce. He even staggered when he stood up and almost fell to the ground.