"The old guy won't betray me at the crucial moment, will he?"
Thinking of this, Ning Fan nonchalantly greeted, "So it's Pharaoh, my apologies for not recognizing you sooner."
Although unable to discern the Pharaoh's cultivation level, given that the Divine Dragon's Triple Extreme Flash could break through that wall of energy.
Ning Fan wasn't too afraid; if he couldn't win, he could at least escape.
Ignoring Ning Fan's sarcasm, the Pharaoh still spoke calmly, "Cut off your own limbs, and I will spare your life."
"Haha! The City Lord is truly generous, two limbs become four."
Glancing at the silent Tielei, Ning Fan scornfully sneered, "If the son speaks nonsense, how good can the father's reputation be?"
"Courting death!"
A hint of red flashed in the Pharaoh's eyes, and the black aura around him writhed like venomous snakes.
"Master Ning, perhaps... you could make a compromise."
As he spoke, a touch of embarrassment flushed across Tielei's old face.
