240. Imperial Martial Contest

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[Why does this Xiao Zan still look like he's enjoying himself!?]

[Exactly, why isn't he hurrying to pull it out! Why is he paralyzed?]

[Morals decline, integrity fades away.]

Some older audience members lamented "the good old days are gone."

Xiao's family's old servant had already rushed up with others, shouting: "Our young master admits defeat, our young master admits defeat!"

The referee also hurriedly recorded that Lu Yao had won.

Lu Yao shrugged his shoulders and went back to rest next to his sister.

The old servant breathed a sigh of relief, quickly grabbed the gun with both hands, and decided to pull the thing out first.

"Openly!!!"

The muscles and bones of a Blood-Exchange Realm Martial Artist are tight, and it took all the strength the old servant could muster to pull it out with a "pop," nearly causing him to fall from the force of his own effort.