The blood wine of Drunken Immortal Lake instantly whipped up ten thousand acres of towering waves. With such a massive meteorite smashing down, even Zhuo Shouyun could no longer pursue; he had to prioritize evading the attack.
No one knew how much time passed.
Only when the aftershocks had completely settled did Zhuo Shouyun fly over from the side, with Jian Nanxing following close behind. After a round of searching, they discovered that of the five who had set up the formation, only two remained.
His expression was worse than awful. When he had entered, he had been brimming with confidence, taking the initiative to seek trouble with Wang Yu. Now, however, this was This Result. How ironic.
With his self-esteem, he would never allow such a crushing defeat to occur!
"Jian Nanxing, if we find Wang Yu again, do you have the confidence to defeat him?"
"This—"
Jian Nanxing hesitated for a moment, and Long Xingyun's wretched state surfaced in his mind. In the end, he still became honest.
"In a normal magical duel, there should be no major issue. But if you want me to take him down, or even go one step further and kill him... I fear my strength may fall short! Please forgive me, Young Master Yun."
Zhuo Shouyun lowered his eyes and did not conceal the dissatisfaction in his heart.
These two were talents difficult to find in the world, especially since the contest with Zhuo Shouqing required him to avoid members of the Clan Faction. The abilities of these two, along with Fu Xiao, therefore appeared all the more precious and rare.
Talent and aptitude were the reason he tolerated the emergence of free will in them.
But if they could not bring him victory, then his lenience held no meaning at all.