"Junior Sister Mingqi, your subordinate certainly has quite a mouth on him." Mei Wuque found it rather amusing. In duels, unless there was some especially bitter grudge and the combatants immediately turned hostile, most people would exchange a few courtesies first. After all, the six of them were merely vying for the right to use Flying Scorpion's Thirteen Peaks for a brief thirty years. Once those thirty years were up, the peaks would return to their respective owners.
And someone like the Lotus Avatar, who had been invited along, was only there to serve as a hired hand. He was expected to put in some effort, but not to risk his life.
The unremarkable-looking man before them was unusually arrogant, challenging one of the strongest among the thirteen right off the bat.
"Senior Brother Tu Xingyun recommended him to me. His mouth really is quite something." Mingqi was on friendly terms with Tu Xingyun, but she had little fondness for the Lotus Avatar, who was difficult to control and whom she had barely dealt with.
"Since this man shows so little respect for you, Junior Sister Mingqi, then I needn't be polite with him either. Fellow Daoist Zhang, why don't you have a go at him? Life or death is of no concern." Mei Wuque still seemed as graceful as before. He spoke of the Lotus Avatar's life and death as if it were a trivial matter.
"Very well!" Zhang Yuan stepped out of the pleasure boat and hovered in midair. His robes billowed in the wind, his hair and beard fluttering. He looked every bit the immortal.
The Lotus Avatar's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end. He moved without a single unnecessary gesture, raising his left hand to beckon. Clouds and rosy light gathered and roared through the