"You're not even going to ask what the bet is about?" Immortal Emperor Ziwei shot Haotian Sword Emperor an irritated sidelong glance. "Aren't you afraid I'll deliberately set you up?"
"Not afraid!" Haotian Sword Emperor wore a profound expression, a trace of melancholy and weathered sorrow in his deep eyes. "As long as you're willing, Sister Ziwei, even if you scheme me to death, I'll have no regrets."
Immortal Emperor Ziwei's cheek twitched slightly.
If she were not mindful that she could not beat this bastard, she truly wanted to slap this poseur to death and be done with it.
Forget it, forget it~ Later, she would simply trick his disciple, that brat Junhao, into some corner and beat him up to vent her anger.
Who told this master and disciple pair to have such similar temperaments? It was as if they had been carved from the same mold. Beating him up would be the same as beating up Haotian Sword Emperor~
After a long silence, her heart finally regained a little calm. "The terms are simple. If either of my two disciples ranks higher than your precious disciple Junhao on the Divine Prodigy Ranking, I win! Otherwise, I lose!"
At those words, Haotian Sword Emperor was instantly delighted.
Wasn't this exactly what he wanted?
When calculating its rankings, the Divine Prodigy Ranking automatically assessed points based on the number of stages a challenger cleared, their performance during the clears, and their age, then ranked them according to their points.
Judging by Ziwei's attitude, her disciple named "Anyun" was most likely highly gifted in bloodline and younger as well. With her age and talent, she might truly surpass Junhao's former ranking. Otherwise, there was no explaining where Ziwei got the confidence to bet with him.
But that was before.
Now,