A sudden surge of malevolence rose in Zhou Yuanshan's heart, and immediately, sharp blades materialized around the four restrained women. With just a thought from him, they would be decapitated, their fragrance fading as their beauty shattered.
However, Ning Xuan's eyes betrayed no hint of urgency or panic, and even held a trace of mockery.
Zhou Yuanshan's face filled with astonishment as he asked, "You don't care if they live or die?!"
"Women only hinder my strikes! If you can solve my problem with all four at once, I wouldn't have time to thank you enough," Ning Xuan said, his face an emotionless mask.
But Zhou Yuanshan laughed. "The more you say that, the more it proves you care about them! One for one! If you refuse the trade, you're free to make your move!"
Finally, a flicker of change crossed Ning Xuan's expression. Seeing this, Zhou Yuanshan roared with laughter.
