A Wagered Battle

It was just that Su Zhenhe waited for ages, but neither the true disciples of the Sacred Dao nor those five hypocritical true disciples made a move.

The banquet was nearly over. He couldn't drag things out any longer...

At that moment, both Pei Ling and Su Zhenhe were waiting for an opening.

The maids entered with golden trays, no longer bearing dishes but spirit tea, seasonal fruits, and the like. The true disciples of both the righteous and demonic sides gradually fell silent. The banquet had reached its end.

Pei Ling reached for the Storage Pouch at his waist. Inside were the corpse of Mo Lilan of Suzhen Heaven, along with Kang Shaoyin of the Innate Religion's belongings. The true disciples of the Nine Great Sects were all too rational; right now, he could only force them to act!

Just then, Su Zhenhe suddenly stood up and said, "Junior Brother Pei, this banquet is rather dull. How about you and I spar to liven things up?"

At his words, the true disciples present were all taken aback, but soon everyone settled in to enjoy the show.

Pei Ling's expression didn't change, but inwardly, he was overjoyed.

Su Zhenhe should've stepped forward earlier. He'd nearly taken out Mo Lilan's corpse and Kang Shaoyin's belongings.

Still, it wasn't too late!

Thinking this, he didn't agree right away.

That would make him seem too eager. The sect elders watching in secret probably wouldn't think highly of him.

So Pei Ling said calmly, "We're all fellow disciples. There'll be plenty of chances for me to seek Senior Brother Su's guidance in the future. Today, I've hosted a banquet for my peers; harmony should come first."

"Why insist on humiliating yourself in front of the prodigies of the Nine Great Sects?"

Su Zhenhe's expression