"How should we fight?"
"Our realms are all higher than yours, so we can pick the one with the lowest realm among us to fight him."
"If we win, each of us takes one reward from Mo Bai."
"If we lose, each of us gives him one item as compensation."
Upon hearing this, Cui Shuo glanced at Lu Jun. "Among the three of us, you're currently the one with the lowest realm."
"You proposed these terms because you clearly want to fight yourself."
"What, you don't have faith in me?"
"Whether I do or not isn't important. No matter how many times you lose, I'll win it all back in the end."
Hearing Cui Shuo's words, Lu Jun smiled, then stepped forward two paces.
"We've discussed it on our side. I'll be the one fighting."
"Will Fellow Daoist Mo Bai agree to the terms we just proposed?"
Mo Bai smiled faintly. "These terms put you at quite a disadvantage."
"Are you sure you don't want to send someone stronger?"
"Hahaha!"
"They say Qilins are auspicious beasts. Never expected your mouth to stink so badly. I'll definitely knock out one of your teeth later."
"I'm afraid you don't have the ability!"
Mo Bai took two steps forward, a longsword appearing in his hand.
Looking at the treasured sword in Mo Bai's hand, its cold gleam razor-sharp, Lu Jun said, "We formed a temporary alliance with Fellow Daoist Meng De, so this battle will not be to the death."
"We'll set a limit of five hours. If there's no victor after five hours, it'll be considered a draw."
"No problem!"
Whoosh!
A streak of sword light shot straight at Lu Jun's face, cleaving him in two.
"No martial virtue at all. You people from the Chang Sheng Epoch always love this kind