Seeing that the unkempt young man still had his eyes closed, utterly at ease, the little girl could no longer remain calm. Furrowing her brows, she asked, "If you win, we'll all have to follow your Fenglan City. But if one of us wins, what then?"
"If I lose, each side—orthodox and unorthodox—will send someone for another match. Whoever wins will lead this campaign to save the world. I believe both sides should be able to accept that, right?" I looked the little girl up and down and thought, This little girl doesn't seem to have much ambition. And the only person who could make Liehou keep his mouth shut should be the infamous Saint Infant Fairy Cheng Che of the unorthodox path.
It was said that she cultivated the number-one Heaven-tier divine art on the Martial Arts Ranking. She had lived in seclusion for many years, and every time she appeared, she would look a few years younger. This was apparently a manifestation of her cultivation advancing. Rumor had it that when this divine art reached perfection, its practitioner would return to youth and become a Saint Infant. Since she now looked like a little girl, she was probably only a step away from perfection.
"Good. Beating you will be easy. But as for the orthodox side, do you dare choose the weakest one, Supreme Tai Shang Jinglu!?" Liehou pointed loudly at the young man, Supreme Jinglu, who had shouted that he wanted to take the stage earlier.
The provocation immediately made Supreme Jinglu's expression change dramatically. He slapped the table and snarled, "Liehou! How did I become the weakest one in your mouth? If you're so eager to die, why not challenge me in private and see whether I'll leave you a way to live!"
Liehou gave a