To Master Divine Skill, One Must First Castrate Oneself! Even If You Won't Cut, You Still Have to Cut!

"Haotian Mianxia!"

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth. "Aren't you sworn enemies with Spirit Hall?"

"Spirit Hall's current pope, Bibi Dong, has admired me for a long time."

"As long as I nod, I can become an influential figure in Spirit Hall at any time."

"If I'm willing to infiltrate Spirit Hall and work with you from within and without to bring it down, can I be spared this punishment of castration?"

Damn!

He knew Yu Xiaogang was shameless and had no bottom line, copying other people's work without a shred of guilt.

But he hadn't known the man could be this utterly shameless!

Bibi Dong had even been defiled by the Secret Chamber Douluo because of him.

And this bastard was willing to betray her without hesitation just to keep his couple ounces of meat?

He really was a piece of trash!

That meant Zhuge Lan could make his move without worries.

Zhuge Lan put on a thoughtful expression.

Yu Xiaogang grew tense, and Emotional Value surged wildly.

In less than half a minute, he had contributed another 300,000+.

As expected of you, Xiaogang!

Only after the Emotional Value subsided did Zhuge Lan hesitate and say, "What if you regret it afterward?"

"Impossible!"

Yu Xiaogang analyzed earnestly, "You are Haotian Mianxia. Who would dare deceive you?"

"If you still don't believe me, I can write a confession and give it to you as leverage."

"If I ever betray you, you can expose me to Bibi Dong whenever you wish. She hates betrayal more than anyone."

"When that happens, there will be no place for me anywhere on Douluo Continent!"

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

Yu Xiaogang was truly going all out for those couple ounces of meat.

He wouldn't hesitate to turn the whole world upside down.

All Zhuge Lan could say