Chu Ge's voice was neither too high nor too low, yet it reached everyone's ears without missing a single word.
Shen Congwen's eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope as he felt a surge of anticipation in his heart.
Upon hearing Chu Ge finish his sentence, Nangong Yun Hai's hanging heart was put at ease.
But the other disciples of Tang Sect didn't see it that way; they simply thought this young man was talking big!
"Kid! Bragging without a draft! You think you can snatch Shen Congwen from our hands?"
"Hah! Looks like you can't even save yourself! Better worry about your own life!"
There were four of them, three being Ancient Martial Artists, yet at this moment, the other two Ancient Martial Artists' wrists and arms were mysteriously broken, leaving only their team leader.
