How much fucking money is this? I couldn't make this much in a lifetime. This kid clearly knows Kung Fu, yet he's wasting all this money. I just can't understand it.
Su Xuan walked slowly to the side of the Silver City Eight Swords and then stomped on the face of the man with the scar, chuckling as he spoke.
"I say, Scar Brother, do you think now you might have a say about my power?"
"..."
Looking at Su Xuan, in that moment Scar Brother really had an impulse to spit blood. To be honest, what happened today was something no one expected. Actually, what Scar Brother said before wasn't wrong. In a world where the weak are prey to the strong, not just the Martial World, but even the whole country is like that. As they say, a weak nation has no diplomacy, and that's exactly what this is about.
In Scar Brother's view, if the Silver City Eight Swords joined hands, even if Su Xuan had some skills, so what? They could still cripple him in minutes.
