Victory in the wagered duel had greatly bolstered their side's morale.
At these words, Jiang Qiushui, Leng Yuexin, Meng Wenxing, and the other Foundation Establishment Cultivators all stared intently at the opposing side.
Their bodies tensed discreetly, ready in case the other side turned hostile at this moment.
Their apprehension, however, was much less than before.
After all, their opponents no longer had a formation to shelter behind, and their own leader was stronger than the opposing leader.
Even if a clash broke out, their side would hold an overwhelming advantage.
Swept along by the tide of events, Zhuo Mengzhen had little choice. A complicated look flashed through her eyes, and after weighing the gains and losses, she could only reply:
"Since Fellow Daoist Qing Yang is so eager, there is naturally no objection to settling the wager now."
As the leader, she still maintained a forceful attitude toward her opponent, but beneath that outward strength lay a trace of helplessness.
Ultimately, this was a world where strength spoke. With both her own strength and her side's strength inferior to their opponents', she truly had few choices.
"I am very pleased that you can see things this way, Fellow Daoist Zhuo."
"I hope nothing else happens that leaves both sides displeased."
"Otherwise, magical artifacts have no mercy. Our cordial relations would inevitably suffer, and things would become difficult to resolve."
Liu Yu spoke coldly, his expression stern and his words carrying an implicit threat. He showed not the slightest courtesy now.
When tangible interests were at stake, all hollow pleasantries were useless.
Besides, matters had reached the point where both sides had torn away the veil of propriety. There was no need for any more empty talk.
Zhuo Mengzhen's expression turned exceedingly ugly. Veins stood out on the hand hidden