"Hua Yue Manor Master, I gave you a chance already," Yun Shangshu chuckled lightly.
His entourage of a dozen guards instantly drew their long swords, gathering different light waves.
The posture clearly threatened: if you don't agree, don't blame us for not being polite!
Almost at the same moment, more than a dozen shadowy figures appeared like ghosts from their hiding spots and landed around Hua Yue Wushang, shielding him in the center.
These individuals were all protectors from Wanjian Mountain Villa, and each possessed significant cultivation.
Hua Yue Wushang's eyes turned cold, his expression displeased as he stared at Yun Shangshu.
"Prince Ming Shu, this is Spirit Mountain, not your North Imperial City. If you dare cause trouble at the Sword Control Conference, I will not let you off easily!
"Stand down."
Yun Shangshu waved his hand, prompting his dozen or so guards to retract their aura and sheathe their swords.
