Step over my corpse and take the Hua Ying Sword, Lin Tian said with a chilling tone, blocking any retreat. Xiao Manxue looked at Lin Tian's tall back, feeling both sweet and anxious, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from Lin Tian's restraint.
Mr. Ji didn't care about Lin Tian's anger. In his view, it was childish for a weakling to say such things, just pointless rage. He said triumphantly, "No one wants your life. As Ancient Martial Artists, we must abide by the rules of the Ancient Martial World..."
"Don't give me that bullshit about rules!" Lin Tian shouted, interrupting Mr. Ji, and said coldly, "If you want the Hua Ying Sword, just say so directly. Don't act so high and mighty; it makes me look down on you!"
