Long Qian froze.
"Destiny, this isn't something to joke about. The young people of our clan can't possibly..."
"The three on my side can fight, right?" Li Tianming asked.
"As long as it doesn't violate the terms of the wager!" Long Qian said.
"Then agree to it. I have the capital to cripple them," Li Tianming said.
Besides, none of them were even a thousand years old!
They were nowhere near it.
What was there to fear?
"Cripple them?"
Long Qian's eyes lit up.
"Long Qian, have you made up your mind yet? Where's your backbone?" Jiang Linxi pressed aggressively.
She knew these slave clans all too well.
She knew exactly which young people among them were formidable.
"Under the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, they're nothing but a race sent to die..." she sneered.
Unexpectedly, Long Qian suddenly drew a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and said, "I can agree to the Heavenly Punishment Wager and let the young people of my clan fight! But I have one condition!"
Jiang Linxi and Mo Fan were stunned for a moment.
The Heavenly Punishment Wager was merely a low-level trap.
What they truly wanted was to force Long Qian to directly trade a million people for the astral sea divine ship!
This route had nothing to do with the wager, so they could seize on any pretext they liked. In the end, those million people still wouldn't escape!
Who would have thought Long Qian would choose to make a desperate last stand?
And she even had a condition?
"What condition?" Jiang Linxi asked coldly.
"The three of them are all under a thousand years old. They will fight for my clan! Add them to the Heavenly Punishment Wager!" Long Qian said, pointing.
Three people emerged from the astral sea divine ship.