"Fine, I quit the Longevity Association!"
Ji Fanjing's gaze flickered as he coldly stared at Linghu Mingde, whose foot was pressed against his body: "I hereby swear upon my Primordial Spirit that I will immediately sever ties with the Longevity Association, bear no further connections to it, and no longer oppose you from this day forward."
As the ancient saying goes: the inchworm curls itself to extend forward, and the dragon and snake lie dormant to preserve their lives; there's no need to resist blindly at a time like this.
"Clang!"
Linghu Mingde swung his Light Sword and sliced open Ji Fanjing's face mask, revealing the features of this Congressional Honorary Member: "You intend to fool me with just a few words? Write up a Divine Contract yourself. I know you have Dragon Skin Paper of Ninth Realm or higher—remember, you have only one second to write everything necessary!"
Ji Fanjing's expression fluctuated between light and dark.
