Chapter 812: An Invitation from the Governor

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Jian Wushuang walked slowly, with some trepidation, alone over the sea on the perimeter of Cercis Island.

“I didn’t expect the Heavenly Cloud Pavilion Master to show up because I killed Lei Xin. Fortunately, he did not give me a hard time due to his status and only asked me to pay him some Divine Gems to save face.”

He pondered.

He didn’t care about having to pay those Divine Gems for compensation at all.

30,000,000 was a lot of Divine Gems, but an expert at Step Five of the Eternal Realm would be able to afford it.

Instead of killing him, the Heavenly Cloud Pavilion Master simply asked him for some Divine Gems, which was lucky enough for Jian Wushuang.

“Jian Wushuang, Jian Wushuang… ”

A wild cry rose abruptly in Jian Wushuang’s mind. His expression changed as he turned his hand over, and then a miniature mountain immediately appeared in his hand.

It was the Sword Mountain form of the Blood Mountain Sword.

And Su Ming was in it, being suppressed.

“Su Ming, what are you trying to say?” Jian Wushuang said in a deep voice while looking at the miniature mountain.

“Jian Wushuang, let me go,” Su Ming begged bitterly, “As long as you let me go, I will serve you as my master and obey you from now on.”

“Huh! Serve me as your master?” Jian Wushuang asked in a mock and frosty tone. “If you were strong, perhaps I would have some respect for you, but you’re such an incompetent and shameless person. Do you think I’ll forget that the Bloodline of the Sword Ancestor was destroyed because of a piece of crap like you? It’s really not worth it!”

Jian Wushuang thoroughly despised Su Ming for being so spineless.

“Jian Wushuang… ” Su Ming tried to continue, but Jian Wushuang interrupted him with a cold snort.

With a thought, Jian Wushuang stirred a Raging Fire Restriction inside the Sword Mountain, which sent out clusters of flames towards Su Ming.

These flames could not kill Su Ming since he was a superior Divine Realm expert, but they could make him miserable.

His cries of pain were heard echoing from the Sword Mountain.

“Su Ming, you’re in my hands now,” Jian Wushuang said in a chilly manner, “I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself!”