Who is Number One?

"I say..." Lei Zhan looked at Prince Qinghuan, but hesitation stirred in his heart.

In truth, the Twelve Palaces strictly forbade internal slaughter.

Even if there were grievances between members, they were to be mediated whenever possible.

If mediation failed, they could only engage in a life-or-death battle after receiving explicit permission.

Those who dared to kill one another without authorization would be backlashed by their own life-bound oaths and perish on the spot.

Therefore, they could only ever engage in a sparring match.

As for a fight to the death, that was a notion that neither the inherently crazed Prince Qinghuan nor Lei Zhan himself had ever entertained.

After all, lies could deceive other cultivators, but they could never deceive one's own heart, soul, or true spirit.

Even the mere birth of such a thought would cause one to be reduced to ashes under the weight of the life-bound oath.

In an instant, thousands of thoughts flashed through Lei Zhan's mind as he looked up at Prince Qinghuan.

"If we fight and you lose, besides having to retreat three leagues whenever you see me, you must also hand over treasures worth three million units of Chaos Spiritual Liquid."

Three million units of Chaos Spiritual Liquid was a massive fortune for many Life-Death Dao Lords.

Of course, this was only relative.

The weakest Life-Death Dao Lords, who had only managed to break through by relying on the Heaven-Stealing Life-Death Pill, likely didn't even possess a total of one hundred thousand units of Chaos Spiritual Liquid across all their magic treasures and belongings.

However, the cultivators who could join the Mangya Twelve Palaces were already extraordinary, possessing many divine abilities, techniques, and secret arts that those in the outside world would kill to obtain.

Because they were stronger, they had more