After that brief exchange, this human had proved he had some skill.
In this desolate Western Region, Xuan Xu had not killed a worthy opponent in a long time.
This fellow happened to fit the bill.
That was why Xuan Xu was now somewhat interested.
"How about we make a bet?"
Familiar tactics, familiar rhythm.
But that was precisely what worked best.
After all, these so-called God Officials looked down on Qin Feng from the bottom of their hearts.
Though he did not know where their confidence came from.
The fact was that they truly did.
And that was exactly what he could exploit most easily.
"Oh? What do you want to bet on?"
As a human, Xuan Xu might have been unfamiliar with many other things, but he was quite familiar with gambling.
He wanted to see what this brat before him wanted to bet.
"If I beat you, how about you hand over that map?"
Qin Feng said.
"And if you lose?"
Xuan Xu looked at Qin Feng.
"If I lose, you can deal with me however you like. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. I definitely won't say a second word."
Qin Feng shrugged with an unusual expression.
Sure enough, this guy had taken the bait.
He had said it—his method never failed.
Because in their eyes, they held an absolute advantage.
Dealing with someone like him would be no problem at all.
"Fine! Since you're so arrogant, I'll bet with you. If you lose, you'll never be allowed to leave the Western Region for the rest of your life, and you'll become the slave of me, Xuan Xu. How about it?"
Xuan Xu, the God of the Western Region, said.
His tone was utterly cold.
"Sure."
Qin Feng answered.
Without the slightest hesitation.