"Who?"
Chen Mo retreated in front of Wu Xin'Er, his sword-like brows furrowing, as his Ancient Heavy Pupils looked in the direction of the incoming attack.
Jiang Ruoqing sensed something was amiss, and after severely injuring one person and repelling the Poison King and Chang Wuming, her figure also swiftly retreated, landing beside Chen Mo.
Then, three figures wearing conical hats entered the Treasure Vault, watching the ancient wooden box beneath Chen Mo's feet. Zheng Tianshan took out the heavy sword carried on his back, as tall as an adult, and struck it hard on the ground of the Treasure Vault, causing a faint tremor, showing the weight of the heavy sword:
"Truly, beneath the great reputation, there must be something extraordinary. Prince Zhen Nan, I have long admired you."
Zheng Tianshan removed the conical hat from his head and gave a slight fist salute to Chen Mo.
The strange fragrance in the storeroom had no effect on him, clearly having taken the antidote in advance.
