Conditions
Qin Liffei was groggy, but he nodded at once. "Fine, I agree to marry her."
Qin Zhao definitely would not blame him. It was all past tense now; he probably would not mind either.
Shen Wuxiao clapped his hands. "Very good. Straightforward."
"Now for the second condition."
Qin Liffei listened intently.
"The second condition is that I want to fight you in a fair and open battle."
The moment those words came out, Qin Liffei was dumbfounded.
Did that sound like something Shen Wuxiao would say?
"What do you mean? Are you humiliating me? I can't beat you, yet you still want to fight me fairly?"
"No, no, no!" Shen Wuxiao shook his head. "What I mean is, we fight under equal combat power."
"The Dragon King Hall has experts as numerous as clouds. You can send your experts over. In the old Imperial Capital slang, it's called picking a fight."
"As far as I know, the Dragon King Hall is divided into the Heaven, Earth, Mystical, and Yellow Halls. Bring the experts from the Heavenly Character Hall, and we'll have a fair fight."
Qin Liffei gave a cold laugh. "Shen Wuxiao, the beads on your abacus have practically bounced into my face."
"You call this a fair battle? This is clearly an ambush meant to sap the Dragon King Hall's fortune."
Who was Shen Wuxiao? If he believed him that easily, he would be harming the Dragon King Hall's experts.
Did he really think Martial Emperors grew like cabbages, available in an endless stream?
The resources needed to cultivate a Martial Emperor were an astronomical figure.
If he put himself in their shoes, he would rather bear the name of injustice and have dozens of subordinates kill themselves.
He also would not let the Dragon King Hall's fortune