"Someone, light the candles!"
The voice of Zhao Qiankun echoed in the darkness.
Though he had lost, his voice was loud and clear, suggesting he was unharmed.
With this thought, the elders felt slightly relieved.
As long as Zhao Qiankun lived, the Zhao Family was not in crisis.
Moreover, once the candles were lit and the array set, even if Qin Hao had three heads and six arms, he would be defeated.
Footsteps were heard outside, a candle was lit, and the room's situation became somewhat clearer.
The elders saw a strange scene.
Qin Hao stood there with his back straight.
In front of him, Zhao Qiankun's back was bleeding, his face pale. And in his hand, he was actually holding a broken piece of iron.
It looked very much like a broken tape recorder!
What was going on?
The elders did not understand the situation, feeling it was beyond belief.
The Supreme Elder was actually holding a tape recorder?
Zhang Qiankun felt bitter, his heart filled with bitterness.
