The Demon Saint Son said indifferently, "What's so inappropriate about it? Could it be that Lu Ren isn't worthy of your daughter?"
At those words, Hun Xingying's expression turned somewhat strange.
To her, Lu Ren's talent in every aspect surpassed Yan Musheng's. Having Lu Ren become her son-in-law would naturally be the better choice.
However, she had just agreed to Yan Musheng's proposal, so it was not appropriate for her to agree outright.
"But..."
Hun Xingying said.
"Tribe Leader Xingying, in the Demon Immortal Clan, the strong are honored. I am willing to fight Yan Musheng. Whoever wins will become Princess Xian'er's future husband!"
Lu Ren immediately cupped his fists.
Hearing Lu Ren's words, Yan Musheng was secretly startled. He could sense that Lu Ren was merely an Immortal-Below-Immortal. Although Lu Ren had taken one of his moves head-on earlier, he had not used his full strength either.
He had long learned from Hun Xingying that Lu Ren had pledged allegiance to the Demon Saint Son. Yet Lu Ren daring to challenge him was no more than courting humiliation.
"This...?"
Hun Xingying glanced at Yan Musheng from the corner of her eye.
"Fine. Since you're seeking death, this commander accepts your challenge!"
Yan Musheng said coldly.
"Since the two of you have decided to fight, then move to the Ancient Soul Arena!"
With a wave of her hand, Hun Xingying immediately led the group toward the Ancient Soul Arena.
At this time, the Ancient Soul Clan members heard that someone was going to compete in the Ancient Soul Arena. They put aside their cultivation one after another and came to watch.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Lu Ren and Yan Musheng flew onto the Ancient Soul Arena at the same time, standing opposite one another.
On the viewing platform to the side, the