The two n in black robes ignored Xu Sanduo’s panicked questioning.
Instead, they set their eyes on the antiques placed on the table and then scanned the collections on the shelves.
One of them raised his hand, pointing at Xu Sanduo, and uttered in a slightly stiff voice:
"Hand it over!"
The two had a darker complexion, wore tall hats, and appeared more like lamas from the Snowy Plateau rather than people from the East Capital.
Xu Sanduo widened his eyes and asked in a trembling voice:
"What thing? What treasures could I possibly have here that would make esteed high monks go to such lengths?"
The questioning lama took a step forward, his black robe fluttering slightly in the breeze, and coldly spat out four words:
"Golden Benba Bottle."
Upon hearing this, Xu Sanduo’s face turned even paler, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly forced himself to remain calm:
"I don’t know what you’re talking about? What’s so special about the Golden Benba Bottle? I’ve never seen it."
As he spoke, he sneaked a glance at Fang Cheng, hoping to get so help from this mysterious hero, maybe to resolve the crisis.
Fang Cheng still sat there, with a composed expression, watching the scene with interest.
He also seed to want to know what Xu Sanduo was hiding that could repeatedly bring trouble to his doorstep.
The lama guarding the door suddenly opened his mouth and spoke a few words.
After listening, the questioning lama raised his volu and threatened again:
"Stop pretending. Soone saw you with their own eyes obtaining the Golden Benba Bottle. If you know what’s good for you, hand it over, otherwise, your life ends here today!"
Xu Sanduo’s facial muscles twitched a few tis as he gritted his teeth and argued:
"I really don’t know what you’re talking about, the Golden Benba Bottle? I’ve never seen such a thing, don’t wrong an innocent man!"
Although his eyes looked very innocent, his slightly trembling hands betrayed his inner fear.
"Still trying to be stubborn!"
Seeing that he wouldn’t admit to having seen the Golden Benba Bottle, the questioning lama snorted coldly, and his figure flickered as he extended his big hand, like an eagle catching a chick, pouncing forward.
Xu Sanduo, upon seeing this, wanted to flee, but as soon as he stood up, his arm was suddenly grabbed.
"Ah!"
He imdiately let out a scream, his whole body pulled off balance by the lama’s strength, crashing into the table next to him in his struggle.
The antiques on the table shook precariously, and a Secret Color Porcelain Plate slid down the edge.
It seed it would fall to the ground, shattering to pieces.
Bang.
Fang Cheng, who had been sitting still, suddenly moved, pressing down on the table.
At the sa ti, his right arm stretched out rapidly, catching the falling porcelain plate steadily.
After saving the antique from being smashed, Fang Cheng’s expression slightly changed, and he looked up at the entangled pair.
The lama glared viciously at Xu Sanduo, roaring:
"Tell , where exactly is the Golden Benba Bottle hidden?"
Xu Sanduo scread painfully, only feeling the lama’s hand like an iron clamp, gripping his arm tightly, causing his face to turn pale, and cold sweat to drip from his forehead.
Despite almost fainting, he stubbornly refused to utter a word, barely squeezing out:
"I don’t know..."
"Unbelievably ignorant!"
The lama’s patience ran out, increasing the force on his hand, as if about to break Xu Sanduo’s arm.
Just then, a hand suddenly slid between the two, landing on the lama’s arm.
The lama quickly turned his head, only to see the young man who had been silently watching like a ghost, had silently appeared before him.
Imdiately, a wave of unbearable pain surged through his wrist, causing him to instinctively loosen his grip.
"Ah!"
This ti, it was the lama’s turn to scream in agonizing pain.
Xu Sanduo, feeling liberated, took the opportunity to scramble back a few steps, rolling and crawling away.
Fang Cheng’s eyes were sharp, firmly gripping the lama’s wrist with his right hand.
The lama’s forehead veins bulged, his whole body trembling involuntarily, even more so than Xu Sanduo before.
He had applied great strength in grabbing Xu Sanduo.
But Fang Cheng’s grip was even stronger, like a steel hook piercing into flesh, threatening to crush the bone like a hydraulic press.
The lama guarding the door, seeing things going south, quickly reacted and angrily shouted, charging in to assist.
Fang Cheng’s arm shook, exerting force, and threw the 200-pound lama like a sack.
The lama’s body drew an arc in the air, crashing into his charging companion.
The two fell heavily to the ground with a thud, emitting painful grunts.
They rolled on the ground several tis before finally stabilizing themselves.
When they looked up, their faces were full of astonishnt as they gazed at Fang Cheng, clueless about where this powerful young man had co from.
The lama at the door quickly got up, pulling out a Vajra Devil Subduing Pestle from his waist.
The pestle had an ancient design, with complex carvings on its body.
He gripped it tightly with both hands, muttering words as if summoning so mysterious power.
Then he shouted, waving the pestle that emitted a dark red light, about to charge again, launching another attack.
Fang Cheng’s gaze sharpened, clenching both fists.
Behind his opponent, a vague image of a three-headed, six-ard garlan deity appeared, wearing armor, holding a treasured sword in one hand and a Dharma Conch in another, the other four hands wielding various magic artifacts, looking fierce and mysterious.
"No!"
The lama previously subdued by Fang Cheng urgently shouted to stop his companion.
He clutched his sprained wrist, staring in terror at Fang Cheng, the fierceness in his eyes long replaced by fear.
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