Skyshroud's originally haughty expression froze slightly, and even his breath caught for an instant.
What did he mean? Did this kid truly think that, as an early Spirit Transformation cultivator, he could injure a Late Deity Transformation Sky Roc Prince?
What an utterly ridiculous joke!
A fury at being slighted mingled with absurdity surged into his heart. Skyshroud immediately sneered. "Naturally! This Prince's word carries the weight of nine tripods!"
"All Fellow Daoists present may bear witness! In this battle, life and death are decided by fate, victory and defeat by heaven. Whatever the outcome, it has nothing to do with anyone else, and no one may settle accounts afterward!"
His hawk-like gaze fixed on Su Bai, as though he could already see him kneeling on the ground in miserable defeat. "What, do you know fear now?"
"It is not too late to go back on your word. Kneel and kowtow three times to This Prince, admit that the Human Race are all ants, and This Prince may perhaps forgive your offense!"
The faint smile on Su Bai's face did not change. Just as he was about to speak again to confirm it, San Chan's slightly concerned telepathic message rang out in his mind.
"Su Bai, although Skyshroud is arrogant, for the Sky Roc Dynasty to establish him as the Third Prince, he is certainly no mediocrity."
"He bears the pure bloodline of the Sky Roc Imperial Clan and possesses profound comprehension of the Wind Law. His escape speed is peerless, his attacks are as sharp as blades that rend the heavens, and he surely has precious treasures protecting him."
"Though you are Senior Lu Jiu's prized Disciple, your cultivations differ by two minor realms. Are you certain you wish to fight this battle? If it is merely to contend