C128 (1/2)

”Don't you guys want the secret manuals?”

Song Jingyang smiled happily, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

He took out an ancient manual from his bosom. The pages were a bit yellow.

”I can give it to you, but I can only give it to you. If anyone dares to act rashly, I guarantee that none of you will get it.”

The smile on Song Xuanyang's face was eerie as it revealed a sense of cunning.

”How are you going to hand over the secret manual?”

The Tang Sect Leader's expression was ugly as he asked.

The rest of the martial artists started to ask at the same time as well.

Li Dao crossed his arms over his longsword and watched silently. If he was right, blood would flow from the wound.

”It's very simple, whoever kills this old fogey, I will give the secret manual to them.”

Song Xuanyang pointed at the master of the Iron Sword Castle with a smile that was somewhat playful.

The moment he said this, the Castle Lord's face became ugly, so dark that it seemed as if water would drip out of it.

He faintly felt that the gazes of the martial artists around him were a little off as he remained on alert.

”Don't listen to him, don't believe in such a simple way to sow discord, otherwise, it will be what he wants!” shouted the old man from the Iron Sword Castle.

Song Xuanyang did not refute, but smiled and said, ”With so many of you here today, I can't run anymore anyway. If I don't kill him, I can guarantee that none of you will get the secret manual.”

For a moment, the atmosphere became even more lively.

These people were not idiots, but Song Xuanyang was plotting something. If he did not do as he said and kill the master of the Iron Sword Castle, then what if he tore up the secret manual?

”Are you speaking the truth?”

The Raindrop Sword Yin Changsheng suddenly asked.

”Of course, it's true. There are so many of you, yet you're afraid that I'll run away?”

Song Xuanyang's smile became even brighter as he fiddled with the yellowed book in his hand, looking relaxed.