Young Master Meng's expression was sullen, staring directly at him.
The cold sword tip, filled with icy intent, seemed to pierce straight through the skin to the depths of his brow.
His whole body turned cold.
Leng Tieya sheathed his longsword briskly, clasped his hands with a smile, and said, "Young Master Meng, I've won."
"Leng Family Nine Swords?" Meng Qi said.
Leng Tieya smiled, "Forgive me, it's just a rough skill, not fully mastered yet."
"Hypocrite!" Meng Qi spat out the words coldly, "I will keep my promise. You can come to the Meng Family to read at any time!"
Leng Tieya said, "If I go to the Meng Family, will they trap me like a turtle in a jar and directly seize the Soul Suppressing Seal?"
"The Meng Family is not as despicable as you think."
"When it comes to Demon Artifacts, there's no such thing as despicable or not."
"If you don't dare to come, you can't blame me for not keeping my promise."
"Is this the demeanor of the Meng Family?"
