"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh..."
With the faint sound of slicing through the air, two golden rays shot forth, landing on Chen Tang's left forearm, transforming into two gold brands...
From this point, the number of golden brands in Chen Tang's possession had reached seventeen, with only the last one still held by Sima Lancang!
"Are you crazy? Do you really want to make enemies everywhere? You've clearly won, and I just wanted to leave with some dignity..."
This scene was witnessed by Sima Lancang as he turned around, startling him, his face turning even paler as he once again uttered a warning.
Chen Tang completely ignored him, raising his right hand, the Xingyuan Warblade spinning in a circle before returning to his hand, held in one hand as he pointed forward: "Chen Mou said, if you don't hand over the brand, then... die!!"
