"Tyrant Blade Brother," Xu Zimei chuckled softly.
"It seems that you really have hidden the Tyrant Blade."
"Nonsense, although I'm on good terms with Tyrant Blade Brother.
But I haven't seen him these past few days.
He must have been persecuted by some villain," Wang Xi's face changed slightly and he quickly retorted.
"The Tyrant Blade has sent people to kill me several times.
Now I'm here to find him, are you going to block my way?" Xu Zimo asked indifferently.
"Or are you saying you're willing to die for him?"
"How dare you be presumptuous in my manor," Wang Xi replied.
"If you have anything to say, go to Chaos Palace. This is not the place where you can be presumptuous."
"I'm being presumptuous... so what?" Xu Zimo retorted.
He waved his right hand, and a powerful force pressed down.
Wang Xi looked up and felt a powerful force descending like the mighty power of heaven and earth, a heavy feeling, as if a towering mountain was pressing on him.
