For Wu Cong, sparing Han Yan’s life was the biggest concession. As a supreme prince, it was rare for him to give way to someone else.
“No way.”
Han Yan replied firmly.
“Hmph! Han Yan, don’t try to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! I can easily kill you if I wanted to, don’t think so highly of the bronze plate in your hand. With it, we only have six of them, the stone door still won’t open.”
Wu Cong coldly harrumphed. No one had every dared to disobey his decision.
“You’re right, even with the bronze plate in my hand, you guys still can’t get the stone door open. But, without the bronze plate in my hand, even if you find the remaining bronze plates, you still won’t be able to open the stone door. Am I right, prince?”
Han Yan said with a faint smile on his face. Since he knew the important of the bronze plate in his hand, he felt much relief. As long as he still had it in his hand, no one here would have the courage to attack him, because if he broke the bronze plate, the ancient pagoda would not be opened, and all these people would have to return empty handed.
“Are you trying to threaten me?”
Wu Cong was trying his best to suppress his anger.
“Yes we’re threatening you, stupid bitch!”
Big Yellow was truly amazing, he just cursed a prince!
Many people felt like they were about to faint, especially those who had witnessed how Big Yellow had behaved back on the Blissful Island. Many of them wanted to prostrate themselves in front of Big Yellow in admiration. This dog was the prime example of one with absolutely no fear! Not only had he shit on the Myriad Sword Sect and Shangguan Clan’s Elders, he now even cursed a prince as a stupid bitch!
“You’re courting death!”
This time, Wu Cong could no longer suppress his anger. He immediately unleashed the mighty energy of someone at the Mid Combat Soul realm, which spread across the scene. Under the pressure of such tremendous energy, many people started feeling a difficult in even breathing. As the son of the Tenth Emperor, the prince of the Martial Saint Dynasty, nobody had ever cursed at him like this before, and a dog had just done so! He couldn’t take it any longer!
In an instant, Wu Cong struck his palm toward Big Yellow.
Bang!
Right at this moment, another palm dashed out from the side, instantly blocking Wu Cong’s strike. The man who did this was none other than Wu Lang!
“Wu Long, how dare you stop me?!”