"Daoist Zhou, if you don't use the Sunday Immortal Sword, you won't be my match!"
"Even if I win, it would be an unfair victory!"
Hearing that Zhou Ling was actually not planning to use the Sunday Immortal Sword, Qin Yi hurriedly spoke up.
He had challenged Zhou Ling precisely because of his Sunday Immortal Sword.
If Zhou Ling did not use the Sunday Immortal Sword, then what the hell was there to fight over?
It would be like him not using his Divine Ape Thunder Body—their strength would not even be on the same level.
Below the platform, Qi Jian Zhi's expression changed in alarm upon hearing Chen Ling's words.
He knew that Zhou Ling had slain a fifth-tier Star Sea Foreign Race by relying on the Sunday Immortal Sword.
If he did not use the Sunday Immortal Sword, he truly might not be able to defeat Qin Yi.
After all, Qin Yi ranked second among the Heavenly Pride of the Four Great Grotto-Heavens. His strength was absolutely not weak.
He had already taken bets worth several hundred High-grade Spirit Stones.
If Zhou Ling lost, he would have to pay out dearly.
He could not help feeling somewhat panicked.
"Trying to deal with Qin Yi without using the Sunday Immortal Sword—isn't that far too arrogant?"
"If Director Qin transforms into a divine ape, he can directly smash a late Nascent Soul cultivator flat."
"I heard Zhou Ling only ranked so highly because he used the Sunday Immortal Sword to kill a fifth-tier Star Sea Foreign Race."
"Exactly. Without the Sunday Immortal Sword, he might even rank below me."
The others also began discussing Zhou Ling's words.
In their eyes, Zhou Ling's main combat strength came from the Sunday Immortal Sword.
After all, he currently looked to be merely at