While talking, Zama looked at the old man from the Mitsui family who was lying on the ground like a dead dog.

"You...why don't you take action? You are clearly there."

At this moment, the old man in black looked at the horse in front of him, with an angry expression in his expression, but because of the blown dantian, his face was almost distorted in pain.

"Will I take action if I am there? When will the people sent by the Mitsui family be so mentally retarded?"

He smiled coldly, and for the allies who did not help him fight against Emperor Ye, Zhama didn't seem to blush, as if it was a common thing.

Hearing Zama's words, the old man's pupils contracted, and he gritted his teeth and said with bleeding from his mouth, "Everyone said that your bullshit Living Buddhas are surrounded by villains who can only take advantage of them. Today, I, Mitsui Fujisu, have learned it, but Zama, don't be too proud, I can't kill him, you may not be able to gain any advantage. I'm dead, all the assistance of the Sun Kingdom to your Living Buddha will be cancelled. You wait, hahaha..."

After saying that, the old man named Mitsui Fujisu smiled hysterically.

"You don't have to worry about this. Killing Shura or not is my business. You don't have to worry about it. As for cutting off aid, have you helped a lot in recent years?"

On this side, Zama was not angry either. He left Ye Huang and walked towards the Mitsui Fujishou who were seriously injured by Ye Huang and then continued to sneer.

"You said I killed you and then blame Shura, and I said I couldn't save you, what do you think."

"You...you are so cruel."

"Thank you, it's not a husband without poison. Don't you know this?"

As he spoke, the Zhama took a long hidden knife from his hands and waved it directly towards the sun. When the knife fell again, there was a sound of flesh entering the flesh, leaving a long stain of blood on the snow surface.

Mitsui Fujishou, who was just arrogant and wanted to kill Ye Huang, had a head that was like a rolling gourd. He rolled out a long way and fell directly into a snow pit.

"Kill them all."

He threw away the hidden knife in his hand and gave an order to his subordinates. The horse slowly turned his mind and looked at the Ye Emperor beside him.

"You can see that your strength has improved in the past few days. It's good. I'll give you an incense stick of time to rest, and then we will fight fairly."

"You'll be so kind."

Emperor Ye snorted coldly. He saw what Zhama's attitude towards his allies in front of him. He saw that such a dangerous person would give him a rest for a quarter of an hour, and Emperor Ye would not believe it even if he was beaten to death.

"Haha, it seems that my actions scared you. Don't worry, I will never take action when you rest. I still have this credit. The reason why I don't save this Mitsui Fujishou is because I know that even if I take action, you can still kill him, and it will be useless to save him."

"You are not afraid that I will kill you."

Ye Huang said in a cold tone.

"Haha, I don't deny that you are indeed very capable, and even the only few young people I have seen in so young and reach this level in so many years, but you should not look too high at yourself."

Zama showed strong self-confidence as he spoke, as if everything was under his control.

"Of course, I'll give you a quarter of an hour to have a fair fight with me, there's a bet."

"I just knew that although I wouldn't agree, I still wanted to know what you wanted from me."

"I must get the Sama Notes. In addition, I am very interested in the skills you have used before. They are very strong and soft. I think this should be a very profound skill. If I win, give it to me all."

"In addition, I want the seven treasure maps in your hand."

When he finished speaking, the look of greed inadvertently revealed in the eyes of Zhama.

At this point, he has not lived much. Only more advanced techniques can stimulate his body's potential and functions. In order to continue to live, he will take any risks.

Just like this time, the killing of Emperor Ye was not the instruction of the living Buddha, but he decided to do this.

"You know I have seven treasure maps in my hand."

When Emperor Ye suddenly felt cold when he heard the other party's words, he said that this was a very secretive thing, but he knew about the horse in front of him. Doesn't it mean that he knows more people.

"I didn't know it before, but this idiot told me, so I naturally knew it."

After taking a look at the headless corpse on the ground, Zama smiled with a touch of playfulness.

"Sacred Dao Xuanyuan Sword, although I have always been skeptical about this thing, since these eight treasure maps exist, I believe there must be some kind of treasure inside it."

"You're going for this."

"No, how about it, do you dare to gamble?"

Looking straight at Emperor Ye, the latter asked.

"If you lose, what price will you pay?"

"I'll give you this last treasure map, how about it."

"You have."

"No, but he has."

Pointing at the corpse on the ground, a subordinate next to him walked forward tactfully, took out a very tightly wrapped cloth bag from the headless corpse, and took out the last of the eight treasure maps from it.

"You are quite good at betting. I will make seven tickets, and you will get the most out of this transaction."

Emperor Ye said sarcastically.

"You are wrong. You are making a profit. You win. You won not only this treasure map, but also your life, right?"

"You're not."

"You think you can kill me."

"Maybe it may not be impossible to kill you."

"Haha, young people are just arrogant. I think you will put away these words later."

"So that's it. If you win, I'll give you this thing again, and you can see what you want."

As he spoke, the Zhama took out a round, golden light shining with a jade box from his body.

"Shari, you...you actually have this thing."

Emperor Ye was really surprised. He had heard Wu Cha talk about this when he heard that it was too incredible, but he didn't expect to encounter it.

However, this fate seems to be in the hands of this opponent now.

"Do you want the relics of the previous generation of **living Buddha?"

"How can such a thing be in your hands? Are you cheating?"

Emperor Ye snorted coldly, obviously not believing that the relics of ** and Panchen Lama are generally worshipped in major temples in Tibetan areas, so how could they be given to individuals at will?

"The things that are enshrined in the temple are fake now, and this one is real. As for how I got it, you don't need to ask. If you win, it's yours, how about it."

With a sneer, Zama did not explain in detail why this thing was in his hands.
Chapter completed!