"Young master, why don't you go yourself?"
Amid the crowd, someone asked a fatal question.
Liu Zhen had been barking here for so long—why was he not going up himself?
If Li Xiaoyao was truly as worthless as he claimed, why did he not go up himself?
If he killed Li Xiaoyao, he would naturally become famous throughout the Demon Domain, and his status within the clan would rise with the tide.
"Li Xiaoyao is merely one of Ye Lin's followers. Why should I go up?"
"Has my Void Dragon Clan not lost enough face already? My target is Ye Lin. My opponent is Ye Lin."
"Do you understand?"
Liu Zhen shouted, his tone brimming with the air of someone disappointed that iron had failed to become steel.
In his heart, he had always regarded Ye Lin as his true opponent. As for Li Xiaoyao, he had never taken him seriously.
What would it prove if he went on personally?
The dignified young master of the Void Dragon Clan going after Ye Lin's follower—if he won, it would earn him no glory; if he lost, his life would be over.
He would not do something so foolish.
After explaining himself, Liu Zhen realized that the crowd was still looking at him with suspicious eyes.
"One sentence: kill Li Xiaoyao, and the reward will be one low-grade Boundless Artifact, ten Foundation Solidifying Pills, and one Life Reversal Pill. Are you going or not?"
Seeing that the crowd remained unmoved, Liu Zhen gritted his teeth and said.
Even as he spoke, his heart was bleeding.
Ten Foundation Solidifying Pills and one Life Reversal Pill—even for him, taking those out would mean breaking bones and tearing tendons.
Sure enough, once his words fell, several people in the crowd were tempted beyond measure. But