Power of the Gods

Seeing how confident he was, Hui Qingping suddenly felt somewhat uncertain. Pretending disdain, she said, "Who wants your dog head?"

Wu Gongling teased, "What, are you scared and don't dare to wager?"

Anyone could hear that it was a provocation, and Hui Qingping was no exception. Yet after being humiliated by this man, how could she possibly appear afraid of him in public when he taunted her with "What, are you scared?"

Besides, she refused to believe that this dog who spouted nothing but nonsense possessed any grand magic of heaven and earth. She said decisively, "Fine, it's a wager. I'm only afraid you'll go back on your word and not dare slit your own throat!"

Wu Gongling said, "Then let us restate the wager. If I lose, I am willing to take my own head from my shoulders and offer it to Hui Qingping. What about you?"

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to Hui Qingping. One of her disciples even quietly tugged at her sleeve, signaling for her master not to make this wager.

Had the sleeve not been tugged, it would have been fine. But once it was, how could the already-hesitant Hui Qingping show weakness? She immediately gritted her teeth. "If you can truly wield a grand magic of heaven and earth to stop the pursuers, what would it matter if I married you?"

The great cultivators of the six sects looked at one another, all breaking into a cold sweat for Hui Qingping.

The feeling was utterly strange. Everyone believed Wu Gongling could not possibly wield any grand magic of heaven and earth, that he could not possibly win, yet they still worried that Hui Qingping would lose.

The truth was, throughout their journey under the Yan Kingdom Imperial Court's pursuit and blockade, Wu Gongling had indeed