Taking Nonsense
Editor: Transn
Seeing Su Mo coming at him with his sword and his surging sword power and aura, the old man began to panic.
He had not expected for Su Moto be so powerful and have an aura that was not weaker than his own.
If he was not refining, he would not be afraid of him, but now, he could not be distracted to fight.
Moreover, once such a powerful attack occurred, the monstrous power would inevitably affect the crafting furnace.
They had been refining this fake Lower Royal weapon for months, and had searched throughout the entire Divine Martial Country to collect these materials. If they failed, it would be a heavy loss.
"Young man, let's discuss this," the old man shouted.
"Swish!"
Su Mo stopped as soon as he heard this and looked at the old man coldly.
Su Mo did not want to make a big incident, so if he could get the Blood-striped Seeds without a fight, that would be great.