"Lord Aoki, look at these people from Dragon Country. They're still talking tough even now. What a bunch of ignorant country bumpkins."
The Half-Moon-Bearded Man addressed as Lord Aoki raised his eyes slightly, a faint sneer on his lips. Dressed in gray robes, with a faint divine essence aura swirling around him, he stood with his hands behind his back and swept his gaze over the Dragon Country crowd as though looking at a pack of clowns.
"I'll give you three more minutes. Either send someone out to fight me in a wager match or hand over the key to the ruins. I don't have time to waste on you."
Shu Baimo gritted his teeth. He had gripped his sword so tightly that blood was already seeping from the web of his hand. He stepped forward, just about to volunteer to fight, when a languid voice suddenly came from the distance.
"In that case, let's begin!"
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw Yun Che and his two companions appear not far from the arena.
Yun Che walked at the front, a faint chill on his face.
Behind him, Jiang Renhua still carried that thick Buddhist Staff on his back, turning prayer beads in his left hand, his expression sorrowful.
Ruan Caocao hugged a Spiritwood Staff taller than she was, blinking her large eyes as she curiously studied the arrangements around the arena.
"Grand Commander! You're finally here!" Shu Baimo's taut nerves instantly relaxed, and he hurried over excitedly.
Jiang Cha also put away her sword and looked excitedly at Yun Che. "Grand Commander! You have to teach these arrogant fools a proper lesson!"
Lord Aoki frowned, his gaze settling on Yun Che. Sensing the aura Yun Che had deliberately restrained, his sneer deepened, and he glanced sideways at the