Qin Wentian instantly sensed it when Zhao Yuyan acted. His dark eyes flashed with a demonic light, as a faint killing intent could be sensed from him.
"You must be courting death." Coldly snorting, boundless sword light erupted abruptly from Qin Wentian. In just an instant, millions of sharp swords whistled through the skies in eight directions, forming a screen of swords that obstructed the astral shackles.
Sounds of shattering echoed as the screen was smashed apart. Zhao Yuyan unleashed her constellation and stood on her white lotus treasure in the air, staring at Qin Wentian.
"Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Who do you think you are? I was willing to pay you an equal value to trade for the Sky Demon Oracle Bone yet you actually dared to reject?" Zhao Yuyan’s words were coated with sharpness and tyranny.
As though as long as she wanted to trade the Sky Demon Oracle Bone, Qin Wentian had to agree.