A Wager

After Xuanyuan Xiangrui finished speaking, he did not forget to wave his fist at Qin Jishi.

Qin Jishi could see it clearly. If he did not convince the other party wholeheartedly today, who knew what other tricks he might stir up.

So be it!

Xuanyuan Changkong happened to have asked him to spend more time with his son. Taking this opportunity... Qin Jishi would give him that courtesy.

"Young Master Xiangrui!" The corners of Qin Jishi's lips rose. "I have long heard that you are a child favored by heaven. At such a young age, your cultivation has already reached the Eighth Level Myriad Manifestations. Now that I have the good fortune to meet you, I would like to experience your strength firsthand."

He actually dared to provoke him first?

Courting death!

After his initial shock, Xuanyuan Xiangrui immediately flew into a rage.

The crowd was dumbfounded as well. They blinked hard, utterly unable to believe what they had heard.

"Wait, that kid took the initiative to provoke Young Master? Does he not know his own weight?"

"Does he truly not know how strong our Young Master is? Or does he simply not take our Young Master seriously?"

"He is finished. Just wait and see. If Young Master does not beat him half to death, consider me wrong."

As everyone discussed it, Qin Jishi naturally heard every word. Not only did he not become angry, he still maintained his smile.

In their world, Xuanyuan Xiangrui was already powerful enough. Among the younger generation, there were probably very few who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

They could not really be blamed for thinking that way. After all, many people saw things like this.

What they failed to notice was that, after hearing their discussion, every one of the elders