A voice rang out, and a young man quickly stepped out from the crowd. He wore gray clothes and a strange hat, a specialty of the Desert North. His eyes were bright and spirited as he glared at Huang Zhentian and roared.
Huang Zhentian sneered, "Jun Buwu, if you dare try to snatch it, I won't mind one bit."
Jun Buwu clenched his fists and shouted, "Watch and see if I dare! So long as my conscience is clear before heaven and earth, there is nothing I, Jun Buwu, am afraid to do!"
When Youu Junlian saw Jun Buwu speak up, her gaze instinctively shifted to Cao Yun and Shi Tianlong beside her. 'If those two were to just raise their arms and call out now, with the crowd already riled up, everyone would surely follow them. At that point, not even Taiyi Pavilion would dare to be so brazen. After all, there are still so many Martial Artists from other sects here.'
