Soul Clan Old Monster Hun Qianmo

"Hehe, so confident."

At his words, Hun Miesheng looked at Chen Mo with a gloomy expression and gave a malicious grin.

Chen Mo cast him an indifferent glance, then turned to the Hall of Souls' Hall Master. "How exactly do you propose this battle challenge?"

"Best two out of three. Three fighters from each side. A fight to the death," Hun Miesheng said in a low voice.

"Hah!"

As soon as he said this, it drew a round of derisive laughter from the crowd. Their side had three Five-Star Dou Saints, while the other side did not even have one. Best two out of three? Was that not openly taking advantage?

Chen Mo smiled as well. "Do you take this alliance leader for a fool?"

"If you do not agree to best two out of three, then we can use an arena format instead. Whichever side wins enough matches shall be the victor. If one side loses, then from that day onward, no matter what the victorious side demands, the losing side must yield to them. Not only that, the losing side must hand over three Heavenly Dou Skills and one Heavenly Flame on the spot.

"Of course, if you want the Hall of Souls and the Sky Dome Alliance to wage all-out war, this Hall will not object. My Hall of Souls has stood in Central State for so many years. If you truly think that casually pulling together a few factions into an alliance is enough to contend with us, then you are being rather naive."

Hun Miesheng spoke calmly, his voice brimming with confidence.

This method of deciding the battle clearly showed that the Hall of Souls did not wish to launch a full-scale war either. Thus, they had placed the conflict at the highest level. Though