Wang Jiu looked around and sneered, "What? You lost a fair fight, so now you're going to gang up on me? If word of this got out, what face would your Great Zhou Country have left?"
At his words, everyone present fell silent.
Wang Jiu had a point. Rushing him now would only make them look bad.
Ouyang Sword struggled with all his might.
But the hand holding him was like an iron clamp, rendering him immobile.
A mocking grin spread across Wang Jiu's face. "Now, can you let me meet that Lord Shen of yours?"
Ouyang Sword retorted, his voice cold, "What grudge do you have with Brother Shen? Why come here just to provoke him?"
Wang Jiu shook his head. "The one thing I can't stand is people with an undeserved reputation. He's all the rage in your Great Zhou Country, so I just had to see for myself what he's really like. And while I'm at it, I'll grind him into the dust."
"Your Great Zhou's younger generation is pathetic. You've been in decline for ages and don't deserve to rise."
