The Day of the Debate

Even a donkey needed grass to work, let alone a great demon like Fox Immortal NanNan.

Besides, Fox Immortal NanNan was his own skill. Giving her a little sweetness was hardly excessive.

Seeing Zhang Chen nod in agreement, Fox Immortal NanNan left in high spirits, her ears pricked as she went to gather information on Chen Sanliang. Zhang Chen remained in the room and let out a faint sigh. "Winds were rising and clouds were surging; the great waves would soon sift the sand. A great crisis was about to arrive!"

Zhang Chen knew that this Gauntlet Battle was merely an appetizer. The true main course had yet to be served.

Time slipped away in haste. In the blink of an eye, the day of the debate arrived. Jinling City was now draped in mourning white, its cries of grief shaking the entire city.

"Chen Sanliang had been debating for seven days already. These people were truly vicious, not giving him even a moment to rest. If not for the water of Li Spring, Chen Sanliang would likely have fallen long ago!" Standing beneath the Banana Tree and listening to the cries outside, Zhang Chen felt no stirring in his heart.

Though he was dissatisfied with Chen Sanliang's decision to join the Demon Race, he absolutely could not allow Chen Sanliang to die at the hands of petty men.

Chen Sanliang could die, of course, but he could only die openly and honorably, and lose openly and honorably. If he died at the hands of some sinister, ghostly petty schemers, Zhang Chen would never accept it.

"Though Chen Sanliang had only minor righteousness and no great integrity, his rage that crowned the heavens for a beauty still made him a true hero, a true iron-blooded man!" Zhang Chen praised.

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