The snake in the woman's sleeve was anything but ordinary. Multicolored spots of light glimmered in its pupils, and rudimentary horns had grown on its head. It was actually a Flood Dragon.
She had a seductive figure, but her pretty face was covered in frost.
Earlier, Jiang Chen had held up the Megaphone and asked her rates. He had even asked whether a monthly package came with a twenty-percent discount, and whether paying for six months would get him a seventh month free. It had been deeply insulting.
Two others spoke up as well, their mocking tones carrying teasing and provocation, their ill intentions plain.
The auras of several High-Rank Kings all locked onto him.
Yet there was something strange about the scene. Young Ba, the young man from the Ghost Refining Sect, Zhang Jiu, the First Disciple of the Talisman Gate, even King You of the Dark Alliance and the Eight-Step King who had come aboard Xu Fu's boat-
These powerhouses who had old grudges against Jiang Chen actually remained silent, all watching from the sidelines.
Xuanyi, who had once suffered a major loss at Jiang Chen's hands, said nothing either. Only a trace of hatred flashed through his eyes as he discussed something with Earth One beside him.
Facing the hostility of several High-Rank Kings, Jiang Chen stood at the end of the Blood River, his expression grim.
He deepened his breathing while adjusting his emotions, trying his best not to let anyone see his fear.
Then, forcing himself to remain calm, he said, "Heh, since I dared to come in, I naturally have something to rely on. If you really thought Jiang was a pushover, you would probably have attacked long ago. Instead, you're all taking turns talking. Are you trying to get someone else to strike