Chapter 701: The Swift Demise of the Sovereign Sky Physique

"You've got at least 900 pounds of Mystic Elixir on you!" "Leave behind 800 pounds, and you may carry away 100 pounds, otherwise, you won't walk out of here today." The Empress's cold and stern gaze fell upon Abbott Ye, as sharp as a boundless sword, glinting with cold light, her murderous intent unmistakable. Having turned completely hostile, the Empress no longer feigned any pretense of nobility. "Oh? What if I choose not to?" Abbott glanced at the Empress, smiling with a hint of sarcasm in...