Xing Zhan loved a fight and was extremely skilled with the Mad Demon Battle Axe. After years of honing himself at Lingxiao Pavilion, his combat strength had undergone a qualitative leap. Aside from a handful of people of his generation, no one was his match. Now that Mo Lei wanted him as her sparring partner, an ominous premonition rose in his heart, leaving him rather baffled.
Even if he suppressed his cultivation to Mo Lei's level, he had a much deeper understanding of the Heaven and Earth Great Dao and stronger battle instincts. He didn't believe he could be defeated by some little girl, but that ominous premonition only grew stronger. For a moment, he actually didn't answer Mo Lei.
"What, scared? Don't dare?!" Mo Lei sneered, her tone carrying a hint of disdain.
"Hmph, would I be afraid of a little girl like you?!" Xing Zhan roared in anger, then said loudly, "Fine, I accept. If you can beat me, I'll agree to call you Martial Aunt. Otherwise, I'll keep calling you a little girl. How's that?"
At this, countless cultivators stared in astonishment. They weren't surprised that Xing Zhan had agreed to spar with a little girl; rather, his tone, so much like he was making a bet, reminded them of Ling Tian. Everyone couldn't help but laugh. Quite a few cultivators muttered to themselves, "Good heavens, why does everyone who comes into contact with Lingxiao Pavilion turn into a gambler?"
"Fine!" Mo Lei readily agreed, then glanced at Nangong Yunlong and the others. "You can challenge me too when the time comes. Don't worry, I'll fight you at your level as well."
At this, the Lingxiao Pavilion disciples' eyes lit up, their fighting spirit surging. Nangong Yunlong looked relatively calm as he turned to Mo Lei. "All