"I'm not here to fight, I'm here to discuss other matters. So let me ask, are we still going to fight?" Tang Zhong held the Demon Sword, his face filled with a cold smile.
At this moment, Olie watched the opponent use a single sword strike to cut open a huge trench in the ground. His face turned extremely grim, realizing the opponent was no simple task. The Galactic Guards here were definitely not a match for him. It was better to wait for the clan leaders to arrive and handle it!
"Alright, alright, I agree to everything you say now, whatever you say goes!" said Olie.
"Very good!" Tang Zhong said with a smile, putting away the Demon Sword. "I come from the Shooting Galaxy. This time, I've come to claim our slot for the Xingfeng Domain talent competition. It's that simple. That slot was originally ours, and now I'm here to take it back!"
