"Shui Yanbin, I advise you to hand over the opportunity quietly, and we can leave right now!
Otherwise, you may find yourselves unable to escape today even if you sprout wings. Just look-your Shui Family disciples are already losing ground!"
Han Yue of the Long River Sect gripped his Mo Dao, his imposing presence surging like a tiger descending the mountain, looking certain of victory.
"Brother Shui, as the saying goes, a wise man knows which way the wind blows. I only want those two clusters of opportunity from earlier. I won't take anything else!"
Ning Chun of the Joyous Union Sect wielded an enormous Peach Blossom Fan, attacking with broad, sweeping strokes like a raging storm. All the while, he kept activating the Joyous Union Aphrodisiac Art, influencing the Shui Family disciples like demonic voices pouring into their ears.
"Brother Shui, I advise you to hand over the opportunity quickly. That way, you'll still have a chance to seize others. Otherwise, you may end up drawing water with a bamboo basket and coming away with nothing!"
Wu Changlong of the Wu Family wore a hypocritical expression of concern for Shui Yanbin, yet his attacks grew increasingly vicious, coming like driving wind and torrential rain, almost impossible to withstand.
"Handing over the opportunity isn't out of the question, but there's only one. Who should I give it to?!"
Shui Yanbin swung his Green Dragon Crescent Moon Blade like a Flood Dragon emerging from the sea, cleaving through every attack, and put on an expression suggesting he intended to surrender the opportunity.
"To me, of course! I guarantee I'll withdraw as soon as I get it!"
Han Yue's face lit up at the sight. After being driven back once more, he immediately stopped attacking.
"Pah! If he hands it over,