"I had no habit of being someone else's dog. But raising dogs? That did interest me." Ye Yu spoke lightly.
Arrogant!
That word rose in everyone's hearts!
Even Ye Qingshuang froze where she stood.
Like everyone else, she had never imagined Ye Yu would refuse. If he wanted to strike at Great Flame, wasn't this the best choice?
Or had he actually not given up on us?!
At that thought, a flicker of hope appeared in Ye Qingshuang's eyes.
Zhu Yan's expression visibly darkened as he said coldly, "In all my years, no one has ever dared to refuse me."
As his words fell, the air around them seemed to turn cold. Frost crystals appeared out of thin air, and an icy wind howled through the teahouse. Even the tea before Ye Yu had unknowingly frozen over.
Feeling the bone-piercing chill, Ye Qingshuang hurriedly retreated out of its range.
Yet Ye Yu raised his head and met Zhu Yan's gaze. Spiritual power circulated within him, driving away every trace of cold.
Bang!
A muffled blast rang out, and the table between them instantly turned to dust.
Two terrifying currents of spiritual power tangled together beneath everyone's senses, making the entire teahouse tremble.
Seeing Ye Yu deal with it so easily, Zhu Yan's expression grew far uglier. With a flick of his wrist, a long spear appeared in his hand.
"A magical artifact!" someone nearby cried out at once.
Magical artifacts were treasures above high-grade Spirit Treasures. They were exceedingly rare; possessing one was practically a sharp weapon capable of deciding the course of battle.
"Gentlemen, that is enough." A voice suddenly rang out. Ye Yu and Zhu Yan turned their heads at the same time, only to see a group of silver-armored men standing outside the teahouse at some unknown