C172 Half-step Perfection Sword Intent

"Hand over the command token." Qianji Guicang glanced at Yeh Wujian and the others as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

Sima Aoao, who was standing to the side, had a big chicken leg in his hand. His face was covered in oil as he looked at Yeh Wujian with a smile, while Mu Junxu's gaze was as cold as ice and snow that never melted.

"If you want to fight, then fight!" Yeh Wujian sneered