Chapter 34 I, Chen Zhixing, am as Good as My Word

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Ye Chen felt anxious and completely lost his composure.

Thinking about what Chen Zhixing had just said, he felt a soul-crushing fear, his whole body unable to stop trembling.

"There's not much time left."

"Let me give you a friendly reminder: whether or not you hand over the sword, it will belong to me."

"What you need to consider is whether to hold onto your so-called secret and die together."

With a 'swish', Chen Zhixing opened the folding fan in his hand, looking at him calmly, his face showing no urgency.

"Six."

"Five."

He spat out two more numbers.

Ye Chen, who had been struggling to make a decision, gritted his teeth as if he was about to decide.

"Ye Chen! He's deceiving you!!!"

The ancient sword trembled incessantly, and a weary female voice carried a sense of urgency.

Clang!!

The next moment, the ancient sword flew up in anger, slashing fiercely toward Chen Zhixing.