Under the moonlight, a clearing of four zhang around Xue Chiming and Wang Yuepi was formed. Thousands of armed soldiers surrounded the two, yet none dared to strike.0

The atmosphere was eerily quiet. Coupled with the dim lighting, Wang Yuepi's towering figure exuded an intimidating pressure.0

One end of an iron chain was wrapped around Xue Chiming's wrist, tightly held by him, while the gourd on the other end was firmly grasped in Wang Yuepi's palm. The taut chain creaked as it was tugged from both sides and produced a sound that made the surrounding soldier's hair stand on end.0

"Man of the Ruen Dynasty, are you done playing yet?" Wang Yuepi's deep voice boomed.0

Xue Chiming did not reply, his expression had already grown serious. The strength coming from the other end of the chain reminded him that the person opposite was not to be underestimated.0

Seeing that Xue Chiming neither answered nor intended to release his grip on the chain, Wang Yuepi didn’t wish...0