With a cold sneer, he said, "Why don't you hold off those two Outer Realm Demon Spirits while I harvest the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Lotus? I'll owe you two favors. How about it?"
Deng Yu's expression darkened.
Before a treasure like the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Lotus, never mind two favors—even three or ten would be useless. Besides...
Both men knew each other's character all too well. Whether those promises would ever be honored was another question entirely. Under those circumstances, neither would willingly give up the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Lotus.
"So you're not willing to give it up? Then let's each rely on our own abilities. Hmph, stop right there!"
Deng Yu roared and viciously slashed his saber toward Wu Jianfeng.
A fierce gust from the saber instantly engulfed Wu Jianfeng, briefly checking his stride. Shock and fury flashed across his face.
He had never expected Deng Yu to attack him first.
In Wu Jianfeng's eyes, competition was competition, but they were still partners. There was no reason to come to blows. Yet Deng Yu's attack had completely broken the rules.
Wu Jianfeng's fury soared to the heavens.
"Go!"
Seeing Wu Jianfeng's steps falter under the force of his saber strike, Deng Yu was overjoyed. As long as Wu Jianfeng stopped and he could harvest the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Lotus, everything else would be a minor problem.
Deng Yu actually understood what Wu Jianfeng was thinking, and he did not want to ruin their partnership either. But with a Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Lotus worth at least two hundred thousand battle merit before him, he simply could not bear to give it up.
Even so, Deng Yu had not used his full strength against Wu Jianfeng. Nor had he aimed the attack directly at him, instead striking the space ahead of him.
In other words, if