Poison on That Little Tongue

"Once I beat you, there won't be any doubt."

The livestream comments had already begun filling with "You can do it," "Friendship comes first," and "Winning doesn't matter as long as you try."

After all, his opponent was a renowned Elder of the Demon Race.

Even with his cultivation suppressed to the Fourth Layer of Qi Refining, his eye, insight, and methods were far beyond those of an ordinary cultivator at that level.

Yet Xu Yuan had said that.

The moment those words left his mouth, the entire screen fell silent.

Mo Daosheng fell silent too.

This kid didn't play by the rules.

He understood what I meant, then challenged me?

Does he want to settle everything in one fight? By beating me—

And crush the morale of the entire Demon Race?

What would cultivators of every race say if he won?

"At the same Fourth Layer of Qi Refining, even the Grand Elder couldn't beat that Human Race boy. The Demon Race's younger generation really can't compare to him."

"Judging by the new generation, the Human Race seems stronger."

"The future will belong to the Human Race."

Is that the result he wants?

That was a swift, decisive Resolve!

But—

Just because I've suppressed my cultivation to the Fourth Layer of Qi Refining, you think you can win?

How arrogant.

"Child, you don't understand the Demon Race. The moment we clash, you'll learn just how strong we are," Mo Daosheng said with a smile.

"Come on, then. Let's see if your skills are as good as your mouth," Xu Yuan said, spreading his hands.

Zhou Meimei covered her mouth.

An insult!

He was insulting him!

Heaven!

How did that kid dare?

The director's voice came through her earpiece:

"We muted the last eight characters."

Zhou Meimei breathed a sigh