As he spoke, Zama looked with a bit of disdain 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 obviously here."
At this moment, the old man in black looked at Zama in front of him, his expression filled with anger, but because his Dantian had been blown out, his entire expression was almost distorted in pain.
"Am I going to take action now? When did the people sent by the Mitsui family become so mentally retarded?"
With a cold smile, Zama didn't seem to be blushing for not helping his allies to deal with the emperor, as if this was a common thing.
Hearing Zama's words, the old man's pupils shrank, and he gritted his teeth and said with blood dripping from his mouth, "They say that your bullshit living Buddha is surrounded by villains who only take advantage. Today, I, Mitsui Fujihisa, have learned the lesson, but Zama Ma, don’t be too proud. I can’t kill him, and you won’t be able to take advantage of it. If I die, all the assistance provided by the Sun Kingdom to your living Buddha will be revoked. Just wait, hahaha..."
After saying this, the old man named Mitsui Fujihisa laughed a little hysterically.
"You don't need to worry about this. Whether or not to kill this Shura is my business. You don't need to worry about it. As for cutting off aid, have you given a lot of aid in the past few years?"
Here, Zama was not angry either. He left the Emperor alone and walked towards Mitsui Fujihisato, who was seriously injured by the Emperor and collapsed on the ground, and then continued with a sneer.
"You said I killed you and then blamed Shura. I said I couldn't rescue you. What do you think?"
"You...you are so cruel."
"Thank you, no poison, no husband, don't you know this sentence?"
As he spoke, Zama took a long Tibetan knife from his subordinate's hand, and waved it directly towards the rising sun. When the knife fell again, there was a squeaking sound, leaving a sound on the snow. There was a long trail of blood.
The head of Mitsui Fujihisa, who had just wanted to kill the emperor, rolled far away like a gourd and fell directly into a snow pit.
"Kill them all."
Throwing away the hidden sword in his hand and giving instructions to his subordinates, Zama slowly turned around and looked at the emperor beside him.
"I can see that your strength has improved in the past few days. Yes, I will give you some time to rest, and then we will have a fair and upright fight."
"You would be so kind."
Huang snorted coldly, what kind of attitude did Zama have towards his allies in front of him? He saw in his eyes that such a dangerous person would let him rest for a quarter of an hour, and Huang wouldn't believe it even if he killed him.
"Haha, it seems that what I did scared you. Don't worry, I will never take action while you are resting. I still have this credit. The reason why I didn't save Mitsui Fujihisa is because I Know that even if I take action, you can still kill him, and saving him will be in vain."
"You are not afraid that I will kill you."
The emperor said in a cold tone.
"Haha, I don't deny that you are indeed very powerful. You are even one of the few young people I have seen in so many years who have reached this level at such a young age. However, you should not think too highly of yourself."
Zama showed strong confidence when he spoke, as if everything was under his control.
"Of course, there is a stake in letting you rest for a quarter of an hour and have a fair fight with me."
"I knew it. Although I won't agree, I still want to know what you want from me."
"You must get the Sama Codex. In addition, I am very interested in the technique you used before. It is very hard and soft. I think this should be a very advanced technique. If I win, I will give it all to you." I."
"In addition, I want the seven treasure maps in your hand."
After saying this, the look in Zama's eyes was full of greed.
At this point, he already has a short lifespan. Only more advanced exercises can stimulate his body's potential and functions. In order to continue to live, he will take any risks.
Just like killing the emperor this time, it was not the living Buddha's instruction, but he decided to do it.
"You know I have seven treasure maps in my hand."
Hearing what the other party said, the emperor's expression turned cold instantly. This was a very secret matter, but Zama in front of him knew about it. Doesn't it mean that more people knew about it.
"I didn't know it before, but this idiot told me, and I naturally knew it."
Glancing at the headless corpse on the ground, Zama smiled with a touch of amusement.
"Holy Dao Xuanyuan Sword, although I have always been skeptical about this thing, but since these eight treasure maps exist, I believe there must be some kind of treasure inside."
"That's what you went for."
"Not bad, how about it, do you dare to bet?"
Looking directly at the emperor, the latter asked.
"If you lose, what price will you pay?"
"How about I give you this last treasure map."
"You have."
"No, but he does."
Pointing to the corpse on the ground, a subordinate next to him walked forward knowingly, took out a tightly wrapped cloth bag from the headless corpse, and took out the last of the eight treasure maps from it.
"Your Excellency is quite good at making bets. I have seven bets and you have one. This deal is a good deal."
The emperor said sarcastically.
"You are wrong. You have made a profit. If you win, you will not only win this treasure map, but also your life, right?"
"You're not."
"You think you can kill me."
"Maybe I can't kill you."
"Haha, young people are arrogant. I think you will stop talking about it after a while."
"Let's do this. If you win, I'll give you this thing again. What do you think?"
As he spoke, Zama took out a round object that shone with golden light and was held in a jade box.
"Relic, you...you actually have this thing."
Huang Dang was really surprised. He had heard Wucha talk about this matter long before he entered Tibet. He thought it was too unbelievable at first, but he didn't expect it to happen to him.
However, this fate seems to be in the hands of this opponent now.
"Do you want the relics of the previous living Buddha?"
"How can this kind of thing be in your hands? You are a liar."
The emperor snorted coldly, obviously not believing that the relics of General Xi Jinping and the Panchen Lama were enshrined in major temples in Tibetan areas, so how could they be given to anyone casually?
"The ones enshrined in the temple are fake, but this one is real. As for how I got it, you don't need to ask. If you win, this thing will be yours. How about it."
With a sneer, Zama didn't elaborate on why this thing was in his hands.
