"Damn, damn it! Quickly give me back the treasure!"
Ling Bao was shocked when he saw that the extremely rare True Vajra, an artifact of great quality, was snatched away with a single move. He couldn't summon it back despite chanting spells and forming hand seals, which left him stunned.
"Junior Brother Ling Bao, is this all you have?"
Zheng Zetian rubbed the golden ring and stuffed it into his sleeve.
"You need to focus, we're representing two mountains in this martial arts competition. I'm giving you a hand here, losing is no big deal for me, but what will you do if you lose?"
"Lose, lose..."
Ling Bao swallowed a gulp of saliva and finally remembered to glance at his master, only to see Master Shu Xin watching him perform coldly without saying a word, causing cold sweat to seep out. He knew he couldn't disgrace his sect this time.
"That damn Zheng! Don't get cocky! Now watch the power of my Gengjin Demon-Binding Rope!"
