"Must we have a Wagering Duel?" Qin Hao narrowed his eyes.
Qin Hao did not fear a fight, but he had no desire to be forced into one. What the other man had said left him deeply displeased.
Outwardly, however, his expression barely changed.
"Arrogant! Peng Kun, do you think Two Realms Peak belongs to you? I'd like to see how you plan to stop us from leaving."
Qin Hao had yet to speak again when Fan Mingyu flew into a rage. Peng Kun and the other two had stopped him before, and they had said the very same thing then.
"You can try," Peng Kun said, utterly confident.
"Haha, Fan Mingyu, the Sect Headquarters' Deacons won't bother with a trifling matter like this. Besides, Two Realms Peak is only so big. Where can you go? Refuse, and you might as well never show your faces here again."
"That's right. Forget Two Realms Peak—you won't even make it out of the Martial Lecture Hall."
Sun Chenhua and Zong Yuanjiu spoke with cold smiles. One was rather thin, the other somewhat plump; together, they made an almost comical pair.
Their words, however, still carried considerable weight.
They had spent ten years in Cultivation in the Azure Flame Sect's Outer Gate and were both formidable. Compared with them, Elder Tianyi, whom Qin Hao had once encountered, was far weaker.
Qin Hao did not rush to answer. Instead, he studied the three men carefully.
He could sense powerful Origin Laws from both Sun Chenhua and Zong Yuanjiu. Each had mastered more than thirty, not far behind Qin Hao.
As for Peng Kun... the aura of his Origin Laws seemed even stronger than Qin Hao's by a shade.
Qin Hao's interest stirred.
"Same rules as before?"
As Fan Mingyu and the other disciples faced