"Hahaha... the Huan King truly is magnanimous and honorable, willing to forgo countless priceless treasures of Great Adept caliber! I pale in comparison. My admiration! My admiration!"
Liu Bang had barely finished speaking when hearty laughter rang out. Xiang Yu approached with Xiang Jie, Fan Zeng, and the others of the Xiang Clan camp, cupping his hands as he called out.
"You flatter me, Overlord!"
Jian Shang pondered briefly. Too lazy to keep fencing with Liu Bang over words, he turned to answer Xiang Yu.
Aside from the reasons already mentioned, there were simply too many Otherworlders from China and righteous Jianghu warriors present. Those who had fought alone probably numbered a million. The foreign Great Adepts' belongings and special rewards might seem lavish, but divided among everyone, they would hardly go around. Jian Shang had even less reason or inclination to demand them. Better to relinquish them generously!
After a pause, Jian Shang changed tack. "By the way! How many foreign Great Adepts did you kill, Overlord?"
"Hahaha... no more and no less! Exactly seven..."
Xiang Yu perked up, blurting out his answer in excitement and pride.
"Ahem! Ahem!" Before Xiang Yu could finish, Fan Zeng, who stood behind him, suddenly coughed several times.
"..."
Xiang Yu's voice cut off abruptly. His face flushed red, then paled, before giving way to frustration and a weary sigh.
During the melee, Xiang Yu had killed exactly seven foreign Great Adepts, no more and no less-precisely one more than the Huan King. Naturally, Xiang Yu had won their earlier wager.
The problem was that, at this particular moment, winning the wager was no blessing for Xiang Yu or even the Xiang Clan. If they angered the Huan King, they would not get so much as a hair, yet they neither dared nor