"I'll go first!"
"Su Yue, don't worry. Even if I, your big bro, pull out this Divine Soldier, I won't keep it."
"What belongs to you will still be yours. I'm just proving my strength, hehe!"
Meng Yang volunteered and stepped forward.
He circled the cyan stone pillar a few times, then let out a contemptuous chuckle.
What kind of crappy rock is this, all bark and no bite.
"Go ahead."
Su Yue calmly nodded.
"Meng Yang, if you can't pull it out, just go kill yourself."
Bai Xiaolong sneered.
"If Meng Yang fails, then it'll have to be my turn."
Yang Lezhi sighed as well.
"If any of you can pull it out, I'll swear brotherhood with him!"
Zhao Qian'en also sneered.
Being able to call the future general of the Zhao Qi Corps "brother" was enough for any Martial Artist to brag about for a lifetime.
Even if you're the son of Prince Qing, it's still an honor.
Of course, the reason Zhao Qian'en dared to say that was because there was no way anyone could pull it out.
