Don't Let Your Imagination Run Wild All Day

"You..."

Bing Lu stomped her feet in anger. She badly wanted to slap Wang Hao, but she was afraid Wang Hao would unleash some ultimate move to take advantage of her.

Wang Hao reminded her, "Two, one..."

"Wait!" Bing Lu hurriedly stopped him. "The Holy Sword is with Heavenly Dao, and Heavenly Dao is in the Cosmic Abyss. It will take me ten minutes to get there."

Wang Hao checked the time. "Fine, I'll give you ten minutes!"

Everyone present went blank-minded. Acting Heavenly Dao had actually compromised? This had to be a joke, right!?

Chu Feng said coldly, "Acting Heavenly Dao, you have broken the rules!"

Bing Lu replied casually, "I did not break the rules. Have you forgotten? The Great Dao is fifty, Heaven derives forty-nine, and one escapes."

Chu Feng fell silent for a moment before saying, "You have a point. There is always a sliver of hope in everything. I know what to do now."

Wang Hao frowned. "Little Lu Lu, you seem to be a little dishonest!"

"Good luck!"

Bing Lu left those words behind and then fell silent.

Chu Feng laughed wildly. "Kid, even if you can make Acting Heavenly Dao fetch the Holy Sword for you, ten minutes is enough for me to kill you hundreds of times. You should just accept your fate!"

Wang Hao looked at him disdainfully. "Don't you know that her parting words, 'good luck,' were meant for you!?"

"Ha ha, meant for me!?" Chu Feng threw back his head and laughed. "A little brat at Level Seven Martial Emperor actually dares to boast that he can hold my Devil Sword off for ten minutes? Who sent you here to be a clown!?"

Wang Hao looked disgusted. "I think you have it wrong. There are so many people here.