Chu Tiankuang's arrogant, disdainful bearing immediately drew furious glares from everyone on Eighth Peak.
Moreover, even Mo Buwu's expression changed drastically this time. He called out to stop Chu Tiankuang. "Tiankuang, don't speak carelessly. Wait for Peak Master Gao to arrange an opponent for you."
Mo Buwu was not worried at all if Chu Tiankuang fought one against one. Even one against two or one against three would have been acceptable. But now Chu Tiankuang had proposed fighting eight at once?
Of course that frightened Mo Buwu. If anything went wrong, the Dragon Saliva True Water that was practically already in his grasp would be lost.
But upon hearing this, Gao Yueyue's tightly furrowed brows instead relaxed. Smiling, she said, "Vice Peak Master Mo, I didn't hear wrong just now, did I? Your disciple surnamed Chu said he wanted to challenge eight people from my Eighth Peak at the same time?"
"Peak Master Gao, it was merely a joke. Why take it seriously?" Mo Buwu's face darkened.
Yet Chu Tiankuang stood on the Martial Arts Arena and burst into loud laughter. "Peak Master Gao, a gentleman's word is not chased down even by four galloping horses. But let me make this clear first: one against eight already counts as a melee. If I accidentally kill or cripple some of your Eighth Peak disciples, you won't hold me accountable, will you?"
Accidentally kill them?
Gao Yueyue's face darkened again. Chu Tiankuang had made his meaning perfectly clear. He was not afraid of a melee, but he would certainly kill several disciples. Even Gao Yueyue could not bear the consequences of that.
"Haha, Tiankuang's words are not without reason. Peak Master Gao, does anyone from your side wish to take the stage?" Mo Buwu beamed once more, his gaze toward Chu Tiankuang