Jiang Ping An chose a method that required no further fighting.
Though it was somewhat despicable, it was the most effective and simplest method.
It could effectively prevent the battle from continuing.
"Old Ancestor, this man has no martial virtue. Order him to release Ming Chen, and I will certainly be able to suppress and kill him!"
A powerful Heavenly Immortal stepped forward, his tone brimming with confidence.
The Old Ancestor of Nether Moon Palace lightly sipped the fine wine in his cup, then slowly set it down on the table. His movements carried the composure and calmness tempered by countless years. "Since you are so confident, you may challenge him directly and rescue the man."
"I..."
This Heavenly Immortal was left speechless.
He was indeed confident in his own strength, but he was not confident he could defeat his opponent before Ming Chen was drained dry by the "Devouring Heaven Demon Scripture."
If he forcibly fought Jiang Ping An, it might result in Ming Chen's death.
"Despicable wretch, release Ming Chen if you have the guts."
"This fellow must be planning to use this method to win the challenge and earn the title of having defeated all the geniuses of our Nether Moon Palace."
"How shameless. Why aren't the Old Ancestor and the others doing anything? They're letting this guy run wild on our territory."
Some people who did not know the truth thought Jiang Ping An had taken the initiative to challenge them.
Ignoring their curses, Jiang Ping An declared, "After three counts, if no one challenges me, this challenge will be over."
"Three. The challenge is over."
Everyone: "???"
Well, damn. You said three counts—how did you only count one?
Jiang Ping An released Ming Chen, ended the match, and returned to the seats. He bowed to