"Words alone prove nothing. If you want to obtain the Fighting Saint Technique from me, you'll have to pass my test."
"What test?"
"Take one move from me. Just one move is enough. Do you dare?"
Faced with the Immortal Emperor's demand, Lu Jun fell silent.
After a long while, Lu Jun said, "No need!"
"I knew you didn't have the courage. You're not the one I had in mind most—"
"How about you take one move from me?"
Before Lu Mingyu could finish, Lu Jun cut him off.
Hearing that answer, Lu Mingyu paused, then said, "You taking one move from me can only count as a test. But me taking one move from you—that counts as a challenge."
"When facing challengers, I have always gone all out. Have you thought this through?"
"I have. Cui Shuo's goal is to punch you to death."
"Rather than being beaten to death by someone else, you might as well be beaten to death by me."
As soon as the words fell, the two sank into silence once more. The atmosphere at the scene was oppressive to the extreme.
"Drip!"
A bead of sweat fell to the ground. By now, Lu Jun was already drenched in sweat.
Though he had mustered the courage to say such outrageously rebellious words, the fear of the Immortal Emperor buried deep in his bones still remained.
Perhaps Nine Splendors Emperor Lord's provocation had stirred him, or perhaps he was dissatisfied with the Immortal Emperor's attitude of looking straight through him.
With all these factors pushing him on, Lu Jun had finally said words he would never have dared voice in his entire life.
Now that the words had left his mouth, there was no taking them back.
At this moment, Lu Jun was like a criminal