"Well said!" Yue Qianchou clapped his hands and shouted, "So by that logic, you old dog surely won't be as afraid of death as I am!"
Everyone exchanged looks with those beside them. Even Feng Jiuru sensed a trap hidden in those words, yet the string of insults pouring from the other man's mouth made his teeth ache with fury. Feng Jiuru's mouth twitched as he cautiously replied, "At the very least... if I were the dignified master of a sect and faced a sect leader's challenge within Illusory Immortal City, there would be no reason for me to hide like a turtle with its head tucked in."
"It seems you truly aren't afraid of death. Good. I certainly hope you truly aren't afraid of death." After a cold snort, Yue Qianchou gave a sinister laugh. "Since you aren't afraid of death, how about we make a wager? As long as you agree to this bet, I'll stake my life on accepting the challenges of those four, without the slightest hesitation!" As he spoke, he swept out an arm and pointed at Lan Hao and the other four below.
Countless eyes widened, and countless ears perked up. Feng Jiuru's gaze flickered as he hesitated, worried there was a trap within. Yue Qianchou immediately shouted, "What? You don't dare?"
At this point, if Feng Jiuru wanted to back down, he would have to find a suitable excuse. He gritted his teeth and said, "What wager?"
Yue Qianchou's body abruptly erupted with an overbearing aura. His tiger eyes flew wide open as he swept his bright, piercing gaze across the crowd. Without even looking at Feng Jiuru, he pointed back at him and declared passionately, "We'll wager your dog life! If I lose, you can take my head—I will never go back