Ethan Smith had anticipated that he wouldn't give up easily, so he wasn't surprised, he just coldly responded, "We are but competing fairly."
"Fair competition? Hahaha, do you think you are qualified to compete fairly with me?" The voice echoed again.
"Let me tell you, not only can't you protect the token of the ancient underworld, but you can't retain your dragon blood either."
After throwing down those words, the voice disappeared.
Ethan Smith knew that this young man was extremely dangerous, so he didn't dare stay for too long. He hurriedly got up to exchange the token backstage.
Not far away, the young man watched Ethan Smith's back coldly, then turned to the elderly man beside him and said, "Follow him."
"Yes, young master." The old man slightly bowed and then quickly followed.
Backstage, Ethan Smith used a small vial of dragon blood to get the token of the ancient underworld. Afterwards, he hurriedly went outside.