A flash of blue light flickered in Zhou Qing's hand, and the rusty Tetanus was already across in front of him.
A blinding cold light suddenly burst from the sword's blade, splitting the drifting smoke into two.
"The number is indeed just right." He sneered, pointing the sword's edge directly at Yun Jiumei.
"But for a cultivator like me, coming from a small place, to casually offer fifty top-grade Spirit Stones as hush money for a trivial matter..."
Zhou Qing's eyes flashed with cold light: "This is not just excessive, it is absurd!"
Yun Jiumei was stunned again upon hearing this, and even the purple mist on her smoke gun paused momentarily.
She could never have imagined that her carefully designed trap would fall apart due to such a simple reasoning.
Zhou Qing blocked Lu Yaoyao unobtrusively, as Thunder Arc suddenly began rolling on the Tetanus, emitting crackling explosive sounds.
