Pacifying the War, Great Qin Must Rise!

The masked man wore a stunned expression.

Could it be that I guessed wrong? he wondered.

But right afterward, he decided he had not guessed wrong. Looking at Qin Luo, he said solemnly, "Since you are also the master's disciple, then I should naturally be your Dao Guardian."

Hua Chenghui was dead, so it must have been survival of the fittest. Naturally, that meant he could become Qin Luo's Dao Guardian.

To him, it all fell into place as smoothly as water flowing into a channel.

"What the hell?" A trace of disdain appeared on Qin Luo's face.

"You want to be my Dao Guardian? Why don't you piss in a puddle and look at yourself? Do you have the qualifications?"

"Are you protecting my Dao, or am I protecting yours?"

"You couldn't even kill a weakling, yet you want to be my Dao Guardian? Where in the world is there such a good deal as pies falling from the sky?"

"Enough nonsense. You deliberately held that old bastard back just now, so you've earned yourself a ticket to the finals. The two of you will fight, and the winner can live to become my servant!"

"Now, fight!"

There was no room for doubt in Qin Luo's tone. "Whoever refuses to fight, I'll fight them!"

A powerful aura had already locked onto both of them. If they did not make a move themselves, only death awaited them.

Jiang Zhaoyang moved his lips, wanting to say something more, but in the end, he did not utter a single word.

The situation was no longer something he could control.

A wise man submits to circumstances, Jiang Zhaoyang sighed inwardly.

He was the first to attack the masked man.

The masked man had not expected Qin Luo to speak so bluntly. What could