Song Jian's eyelids twitched violently as he glared at Mo Hua. "Where is my Sever Gold Sword?"
It had already become nothing more than worthless scrap metal...
But saying something like that out loud was clearly inappropriate. Mo Hua simply replied vaguely, "Let's have a match. If you win, I'll return the 'sword' to you."
Song Jian's gaze sharpened as he snorted coldly. "Why should I compete with you?"
"Don't want to compete? Fine," Mo Hua said indifferently. "Then I'll just find an Artifact Refining Master, disassemble your Sever Gold Sword into junk, and toss it into a furnace to melt it down..."
"You wouldn't dare!" Song Jian's eyes were nearly spitting fire.
Mo Hua looked utterly unbothered.
Dare or not... he'd already done it, now it was just a matter of finishing the last step...
Song Jian took a deep breath to suppress the rage boiling within him.
When under someone else's roof, one has no choice but to bow their head.
