Over a hundred years ago, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan, together with other Nascent Soul Cultivators, had stormed the ancestral grounds of the Ice Ape Clan and slain a Nascent Soul Realm ice ape.
That matter had long since passed, and trade between the human race and Demon Race had resumed. Yet before so many people today, Ao Qing brought up old grievances again. No matter what, the Ice Ape Clan had to win back its face, or they would be utterly humiliated. In addition, Ao Qing wanted to take this opportunity to give the human race a show of strength.
The Town Immortal Pagoda had appeared at the border. There was no telling whether the human race would play tricks; flexing their muscles was still necessary.
A white giant ape standing three zhang tall leaped into the air. The white giant ape had a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, its gaze icy, and its aura was even several degrees stronger than Wang Changsheng's.
"Friendly sparring? If Fellow Daoist Shi can take three moves from Wang, Wang will concede defeat. How about it?"
Wang Changsheng narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice. He wanted to see his true strength for himself. Beyond one mountain lay another—no one could guarantee there was no member of the Demon Race stronger than the Townsea Ape.
The Ice Ape Clan possessed boundless strength. If he won, Wang Changsheng's reputation would soar. If he lost, he would not suffer much loss either.
"Three moves? Fellow Daoist Wang certainly speaks boldly. Three moves it is. But a mere spar would be far too dull—we ought to put something up as stakes. I'll wager a Demon Core from a lower-grade Fourth Order Yin Beast."
Even if he could not defeat Wang Changsheng, taking three of