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Both elders grew tense.
Qin Liffei answered the call, his voice indifferent. "Hello..."
"Hairy-ass Fei, it's me. How are your preparations going? I'm all set over here."
"I've sent out the news. All the major factions now know we're fighting to the death."
"So you'd better not chicken out. If you chicken out and run, leaving me stood up, then from then on I won't do anything else—I'll focus solely on killing people from the Dragon King Hall."
Qin Liffei's scalp went numb as he looked at the elders.
Elder Wan was instantly speechless, unable to utter even half a word.
Damn it!
Even the escape route had been blocked.
Shen Wuxiao had done it on purpose.
"I... how could I be someone who fled at the brink of battle?" Qin Liffei clenched his teeth and forced himself to say it.
"Good. Tomorrow at noon, then. The yang energy will be strong, so after you die, you won't turn into a vengeful ghost!"
"Good and well, why does your name even have 'fierce' in it?"
Shen Wuxiao hung up.
Qin Liffei no longer knew what to do.
So, in Shen Wuxiao's eyes, he had been nothing but a tool from beginning to end.
How humiliating.
At first, he had truly thought this would be a battle of wits and courage.
But he had overthought it.
There was no battle of wits and courage. There was only him being an idiot.
A clown!
"Elder Wan, now... it seems there's no way out."
Elder Wan sighed as well. "Indeed..."
Qin Liffei closed his eyes. "I understand now."
"Understand what?"
Qin Liffei rubbed his forehead. "Before, I thought the Treading Heaven Alliance were cowardly dogs. Their own son died, yet they became turtles hiding in their shells."
"Now it seems they were