Yue Shan, who was dueling with Zhang Dafa, was growing increasingly alarmed as the fight went on.
How could this be, a lowly mercenary actually able to exchange so many moves with him?
Yet, Yue Shan's strength still held a slight edge, and the Mid-grade Heavenly Weapon in his hand was incredibly sharp.
Then, a snapping sound was heard, the weapon in Zhang Dafa's hand couldn't withstand the pressure anymore and broke.
Zhang Dafa was forced to retreat several steps, barely managing to stabilize himself.
"Zhang Dafa, your strength is indeed not bad. As long as you leave the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce, hand over the stolen Heavenly Iron, and join my Qinghe Inn, I can spare your life."
Yue Shan's expression was haughty.
Zhang Dafa scoffed coldly but gave no reply.
He took out a water bag from his bosom; when Feng Bailing had him leave Qinghe City, he had given him a water bag, saying the wine inside could help him defeat Yue Shan.
