Duan Yidao also grinned, his eyes shining, staring at the four storage rings in Mo Wenjian's hand.

"Duan Yidao, any harvest must be handed over to the Three Emperors first. I advise you not to seek death!"

Wang Mazi sneered and said.

The harvest this time was indeed quite a lot, and he had also sensed it when Mo Wenjian showed off his skills before.

"Don't worry, I've been here for so many years and I won't understand the rules."

Although Duan Yidao was greedy, he did not dare to be greedy.

Otherwise, the Three Emperors will definitely make his life worse than death!

"I'll deal with these two fat sheep first, and then I'll go with you to see the Three Emperors."

Duan Yidao drew out the big knife from his back, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty light.

If Mo Wenjian was not drunk, he would definitely not be his opponent.

But now, he alone is enough.

Whoosh!

The big knife was cut down and it was extremely sharp.

However, this sword cut in vain.

Mo Wenjian's figure appeared aside and sighed towards Duan Yidao.
Chapter completed!