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Zhou Heng burst into laughter. "And what benefit does that bring me?"

"Benefit?" Yan Jinrui smiled as well. "If you fight me, the only outcome will be defeat. And if I defeat you, you'll inevitably suffer some flesh-and-blood pain. Why not admit defeat yourself? That way, you can spare yourself some suffering and gain yourself some grace. After all, surrendering to me isn't anything shameful. Others will only think you know the times!"

"You're quite the smooth talker," Zhou Heng said with a nod.

"So, you agree?" Yan Jinrui was slightly delighted. Though he believed victory was certain, Zhou Heng's unfathomable depth still left him unsure. If he could avoid this battle, he could face the winner between Sun Zhuoli and Qiao Qingqing in his best condition.

Then the title of Sacred Water Envoy this time would belong to him again!

Otherwise, if the title fell to Qiao Qingqing or Sun Zhuoli, one of them would become someone who held the title of Sacred Water Envoy twice, tying him. But if he won again this time, then with the glory of being Sacred Water Envoy three times, he would become the undisputed number one of this generation!

He was not afraid of battle; he simply did not wish to waste his strength on meaningless fights!

Zhou Heng smiled faintly. "Why don't you surrender to me? You can suffer a little less, and admitting defeat to me isn't really anything shameful either!"

Screw that!

Who was he? A direct descendant of the Creation King, the king among this generation's Ascension Emperors—how could he possibly surrender to anyone? That would not only disgrace him, but also the Yan Clan behind him, and the Creation King ancestor of his family!

"Zhou Heng, are you determined to ask for suffering?" Yan Jinrui's gaze turned