Ming Yue was quite quick-witted.
I'll just step down and give you no chance to hit me.
How about that?
This left Wang Dun stunned for a full two breaths.
Well, damn... I was fucking ready to slaughter you, bald donkey, and now... you're just fucking giving it to me?
How would that do?
If you give it to me, how am I supposed to kill you?
"Whew..." Wang Dun exhaled deeply, then extended his right hand and slightly circulated the magic power within him.
Immediately, a scythe some ten feet long, trailing black vapor, appeared in his right hand.
Deathly energy seethed over the scythe, like the summons of the god of death.
"Everyone... watch closely!" Wang Dun looked at those around him and said, "I, Wang Dun, haven't broken any rules. This Death God's Scythe isn't a magical treasure. It's just a divine ability of mine, condensed from magic power!"
Then he looked at Ming Yue again. "Ming Yue, you bald donkey, what kind of man do you think I am? I need you to yield to me just to claim a stone stele?"
"Fine, fine, fine. Since you look down on me, let's have a fight!"
"Don't blame me for showing you no mercy!"
Whoosh...
With that, Wang Dun gripped the enormous black scythe, turned into a streak of black light, and charged toward Ming Yue.
Ming Yue nearly spat blood. You fucking... how can this bastard be so shameless?
I've already given it to you, and you still won't let it go?
"Open!"
Ming Yue was no pushover either. The Buddhist beads around his neck suddenly erupted with golden light, instantly forming a golden shield of Buddhist light around his body.
Wang Dun's streak of black light slammed into the golden shield.
And then...
Nothing!
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