"If you dare touch her, you're dead!"
Chu Fengmian glared at Mo Ruoxue, his eyes already filled with intent to kill.
It had been so long since Chu Fengmian had such a murderous urge. Given the chance then, he would have unquestionably hesitated and slain Mo Ruoxue.
But at the moment, Chu Fengmian simply couldn't make a move.
He couldn't gamble whether Mo Ruoxue would be able to break through the defenses of the black armor; because if he gambled and lost, the price would be Han Yueli's life.
"I know I will die, but my life for Junior Sister Han's is a fair trade."
A cold, mocking smile appeared at the corner of Mo Ruoxue's mouth, her eyes full of greed.
Since she dared to take Han Yueli hostage, she naturally wasn't afraid of Chu Fengmian's threats.
"Hand over your Red Flame Sword and all the treasures in Emperor of Fertility's tomb, and I promise to let her go. How about that?"
"Choose between the treasures and the person; these are the two paths before you."