Sure enough, True Monarch Cangya's brow furrowed even tighter, and he felt deeply troubled.
Just then, among the four Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Sword Ding Sect, a sickly-looking man in his fifties smiled and spoke.
"Fellow Daoist Cangya, there is no need to be so nervous. It is only a sparring match.
"How about this? As long as Fellow Daoist Ning can withstand one hundred moves from Junior Brother Lu without being defeated,
"then for the next fifty years, whenever the Golden Spirit Profound Liquid is distributed, our Sword Ding Sect will give two-tenths of our share to your sect. That should be acceptable, yes?"
The speaker was at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. The sword qi around him was, instead, not as sharp and aggressive as that of the other three Sword Ding Sect Nascent Soul Cultivators.
Yet with the slightest sense, one could feel a terrifying sword pressure from him.
He was none other than Su Mo, the second-ranked Sword-Wielding Elder of the Sword Ding Sect.
Lu Hanyou's smile remained unchanged. He seemed to feel no pressure at all over defeating Ning Fa within a hundred moves.
Strange looks flashed across the faces of the Nascent Soul Cultivators from Tianshui Gate and Haiyun Sect. They reassessed this True Monarch Hanming, wariness rising in their hearts.
Yet upon hearing this condition, rather than feeling pleased, Cang Ya, Mingguang, and the others sensed that things had gone badly.
Mingguang's lips moved slightly as he sent a Spiritual Sense Transmission. "Father, let us suffer the loss of face and turn it down. From the look of things, Junior Brother Ning will certainly be no match for him."
True Monarch Cangya sighed inwardly. It could only be so.
But just as he was about to speak, Ning Fa, who had been