Mu Haiyun had actually been overpowered by two men of unknown origin. This sudden turn made everyone below the platform rise to their feet.
Even Jiang Zhizhou and Bu Er, who had remained hidden in a corner all this time, stood up, their eyes fixed on the two men.
They had known Mu Haiyun would make a move today, but they had never expected this outcome.
Were these two men a contingency Mu Haiyun had secretly prepared, or were they purely an unforeseen intrusion?
Perhaps only Mu Haiyun, up on the platform, knew the truth.
While everyone was still reeling in shock, unsure how to react, Mu Haiyun, who had been pinned to the ground, slowly rose to his feet.
He paid no heed whatsoever to the sharp sword still resting on his shoulder.
"Mu Family Head, we brothers mean nothing else by this. We simply want to borrow the Kirin Blood to play with."
A cold smile curled Mu Haiyun's lips. He slowly turned around and looked at the two men whose raised swords covered his vital points.
"Must you truly have the Kirin Blood?"
The two nodded. "Naturally."
"I made my terms clear long ago. Whoever takes first place in the Martial Arts Tournament shall own the Kirin Blood."
Without moving, he studied the two men standing before him. "Perhaps you are unaware that the Kirin Blood can only be used by one person."
Two people wanted to share it?
That was utterly impossible.
Sure enough, at those words, both men tightened their grips on their swords. "Nonsense! We've been brothers for years. Do you think a few divisive words from you will turn us against each other?"
Below the platform, Jiang Zhizhou sighed inwardly when he heard that.
Was Mu Haiyun about to achieve his aim?
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