"Huo Jiayun, my big brother has already played a round with you, now it's my turn with your two dogs!"
Hu Shulin stepped forward, his Bright Moon Sword slowly unsheathing. Among the eighteen sword types, this was the strongest one. Though it couldn't compare to the Heroic Sword, with this sword in hand, Hu Shulin felt confident he could battle against Young Master Ze.
In fact, Young Master Ze's combat ability was currently very weak. The reason was simple—his several meridian points had been sealed by Su Xuan.
"Hmph, Hu Shulin, you traitor! Do you think you deserve this? Let me be frank with you: if your family master chooses to fight for you today and the Underworld loses, we will immediately retreat. Otherwise, I will massacre your Heroic Manor. The heavens have benevolence; I am merciful and hope you don't force me to start a massacre!"
This guy is utterly shameless, clearly nothing good, yet he acts like he has a compassionate heart.
