The Nine-Weapon Divine Platform hung in the secret realm's heavens. Nine Emperor Weapons hummed deep enough to shake the world, their might bearing down across the ages.
Yun Qing looked up at those ranks of supreme divine weapons that suppressed the Dao and steadied the heavens, and, for once, fell silent.
Good grief. You're a fourteen-year-old brat. Have you no shame, pulling out something like that?!
He opened his mouth, inwardly denouncing Yun Huang for fighting dirty.
Can't win at the board, so you just flip it over, you little terror?
Yun Qing drew a deep breath. Fine. You're bringing out the Nine-Weapon Emperor Formation?
Then I'll...
Yun Qing frantically rummaged through his Storage Space, trying to find something that could stand against it.
Right, that pile is spirit food and Vermilion Fruits scrounged from Langhuan Clear Void. Pills and talismans over there, a few glittering magical artifacts scattered in the corner... excellent. This "junk" isn't even fit to carry the Nine-Weapon Emperor Formation's shoes.
He really was so "poor."
After a moment's silence and a good deal of rummaging, Yun Qing finally fished a wooden stick from a corner, with a piece of white cloth wound around it.
Holding the little white flag, he beamed and waved it at the Nine-Weapon Emperor Formation opposite him.
"Little brother, can we negotiate?"
Yun Huang stood before the divine platform, his Golden Pupils gazing over.
Yun Qing's smile was gentle, his tone sincere.
"Put your divine platform away, and let's fight barehanded. A fair duel. How about it?"
Above the cliff, the wind stilled for a moment.
Yun Huang looked at the little white flag fluttering in his hand, his brow faintly furrowing.
Battle had reached its height, and he had met his match. This was the moment to fight to the