"Di Kuohai, I agree! As long as you can withstand three moves from me, regardless of victory or defeat, the grudges between us will be wiped clean. If you can take my three moves without dying, I will give you one million jin of Five-Clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood."
At Ye Zhen's deliberate insistence, Yuan Yinying personally repeated the agreement between the two, his voice shaking the four directions.
The Five-Clawed Silver Dragon beneath Yuan Yinying's feet froze, clearly a little dumbfounded.
Its master had actually agreed?
That was one million jin of True Dragon Essence Blood. Letting out that much blood would be little different from killing it.
But after thinking it over, the Five-Clawed Silver Dragon quickly came around. Oh, Master probably won't lose. So I won't have to bleed after all! That was what the Five-Clawed Silver Dragon thought.
"Now, you can come out, can't you?" Yuan Yinying said.
"No rush."
Yuan Yinying was infuriated. This was the first time he had encountered someone so damn exasperating. The way this fellow did things was far too fussy and dawdling.
In truth, it was not that Ye Zhen was being fussy. He had to consider his own life. If he did not care about his own life, who else would?
"Deacon Yi, since you already presided over the battle between Yuan Hongying and me, there is no need to trouble a second person. Would you also preside over this three-move agreement between Yuan Yinying and me?" Ye Zhen asked Mountain God Yi Xun.
Yi Xun was actually somewhat anxious as well. He dearly wanted to tell Ye Zhen that Yuan Yinying's strength was beyond imagination and that he absolutely must not take such a risk.
But the problem was that once Ye Zhen hid himself away, Yi Xun