"Oh! It's so easy, are you just waiting to die?"
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from all directions.
Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly emerged beside Jiang Yanshu. It was the man holding the sword.
When Lin Che saw him, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: What is this guy going to do?
The man holding the sword leaned over and took a look, then clicked his tongue twice:
"Da Gan's treasure, the Human Emperor's Flame, is of some use. How about this: if you're willing to give it to me, I can help you kill him."
Jiang Yanshu suddenly raised his head, staring at the man with the sword, without saying a word.
But his eyes flickered, and it was clear that he was thinking about something.
"Hey! What do you mean?"
Lin Che's body sank and he landed on the ground, only twenty meters away from the two men.
"Aren't you the referee sent by the Eight Gates of the Shrine? Now, I win."
The sword-carrying man glanced back with disdain, seemingly not taking Lin Che seriously at all.
"That's right, I'm the referee. I'll decide who's qualified to be the successor of Death Gate. I can even decide whether you live or die!"
Lin Che grasped the spear, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
This man holding the sword has no moral principles at all time and again. If someone really dares to ruin his plans today, then we might as well fight.
The sword-carrying man snorted again: "I advised you not to seek death. If I wanted to kill you, you would have died ten times already."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Yanshu again and asked:
"Is it difficult to choose? Do you live, or does he die?"
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