"Each side will send out three people. Three battles will decide the winner. No other method will be accepted. If not, we part ways."
Xiao Yan ignored the Soul Clan members, each harboring their own thoughts, and continued speaking.
Hun Miesheng and the other two exchanged glances. They had originally intended to use the Soul Clan's ten experts to wear Xiao Yan down in a series of battles, but Xiao Yan had now brought thirty-four Sky Mansion Dou Shengs to back him up.
Well, there was no way they could pull off a battle of attrition. There was even a strong chance that they would be the ones worn down instead.
Therefore, three-on-three was actually acceptable to the Soul Clan under the current circumstances.
"Fine. I will accept on behalf of the Soul Hall."
Hun Miesheng called out.
"No, no. There is no Soul Hall here. Our Sky Mansion is fighting the Soul Clan. If you refuse to acknowledge that, then we may as well part ways."
Xiao Yan raised a finger and waved it.
"."
"Fine. I will accept on behalf of the Soul Clan."
Hun Miesheng repeated expressionlessly.
He swore that he would repay the humiliation Xiao Yan had inflicted upon him a hundredfold!
"Hun Miesheng, let this old man take the first match."
After leaving those words behind, Hun Qianmo impatiently flew into the air and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Yan, do you dare fight me?"
"Tsk, tsk. You old bastard really have a thick skin. Just now, you claimed to have fought Ancestor Xiao Xuan, and now you've turned around to challenge me, his descendant a thousand years later. Are all you Soul Clan people as shameless as you?"
Xiao Yan clicked his tongue in amazement as he sized up Hun Qianmo.
"Just tell