Qiu Wanjie's expression turned cold as he asked, "Young Lady Qin, what exactly do you want?"
"Simple. We will have a martial contest. The winner will borrow the Mystic Fire Devil Hammer," Qin Jiaojiao spoke indifferently.
"Back down." Qin Huaiyu spoke in an apathetic tone, "Qin Jiaojiao, this is the last time I am saying this."
Qin Jiaojiao suddenly rushed over and snatched the Mystic Fire Devil Hammer from Qiu Wanjie. "I have never given up anything that I wanted since I was young. Let alone to an impersonator of the Hidden Sect. Even if the real Young Lord of the Hidden Sect were here, I still wouldn't give it up. Qin Huaiyu, if you want me to give it up, you better kill me first."
Immediately after, Qin Jiaojiao lifted the Mystic Fire Devil Hammer and looked at Qin Huaiyu with a shrewdish expression.