As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

“If the Young Prince goes too far, our Divine Sect can refuse to initiate the Temple God Resonance Conference,”

Wang Kuyu said somberly.

This was the assurance of the Divine Sect.

Nan Lihuo fell silent and shook his head, “What I’m asking for is not that assurance…”

“I need a definite guarantee.”

Wang Kuyu was so annoyed, he waved his hand, “I know, I know, even if I have to fight a battle with that Xue Dufu, I’ll protect your little disciple. I’ve said it, brother, I don’t like to fight, really!”

Only then did Nan Lihuo show a smile.

At that moment, Xi Xi stepped forward, struggling to control the ‘Little Spear’ in her arm.

However, Xi Xi was still very calm because her father had taught her not to panic when facing trouble, to take things slowly, that mentality was most important, and to act only after assessing the situation.

Master Niu Niu also taught her that when facing urgent matters, to stay calm and look for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Xi Xi took these lessons to heart.

“Just like Liangliang said, if I lose, I have to become your maidservant, but if you lose… you only have to apologize. This wager is unfair!”

“Let’s change the wager!”

“If you lose, you will become a servant to me, Xi Xi!”

“Fair!”

The milky voice of Xi Xi echoed over Daping.

As soon as these words were spoken.

On Daping.

Xue Dufu’s eyes suddenly widened as an overwhelmingly strong Martial Dao Will burst forth. With one step, the entire Daping trembled.

A mountainous oppression bore down on Xi Xi.

“How presumptuous!”

“How could the Young Prince be your servant?! A girl spouting arrogant nonsense, asking for a beating!”

However.

No sooner had his Martial Dao Will stirred than it was completely blocked by the wall of Divinity formed by Wang Kuyu’s forward push of his palm.

“Beat your sister! Crude Martial Artist, all you know is fight, fight, fight!”

“What’s the matter? If you’re afraid to bet, just step back. Bets should be equivalent. You can’t have unequal stakes just because he is the Young Prince. What’s the point of suppressing your Cultivation to the Blood Exchange Level Five? It’s just as unfair, only adding to the ridicule,” Wang Kuyu said, annoyed.

The sudden outburst of aura from a Great Grandmaster was terrifyingly dreadful, like a collapsing mountain range, intimidating to the soul.

Even Xi Xi’s face turned white for a moment, startled by the burst.

In the distance.

Hundreds of zhang away from Golden Light Peak.

Lu Yao’s aura ebbed and flowed, taking Li Che and Little Tang Ren with him, watching the scene with a faint gaze.

He gave Li Che a look, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

“Guest Official Li, your daughter… really has quite the courage.”

“To actually demand the son of Ji Molie to be her servant… Such guts.”

Li Che’s expression, however, darkened slightly.

What he cared about was not this, but his gaze fixated on Xue Dufu. This Great Grandmaster…

Dared to shout at Xi Xi?

He had never mustered the heart to scold his precious daughter.

Yet this Xue Dufu dared to yell at her like this!

Killing intent involuntarily rose in Li Che’s heart. This Great Grandmaster… was already treading a path that led to his own demise.

Li Che was also calculating in his heart how he could kill this Great Grandmaster.

Lu Yao’s words slightly eased Li Che’s expression, “This is not about courage, it’s just seeking fairness.”

Li Che’s calm words left Lu Yao stunned, a fleeting touch of surprise in his eyes.

Indeed, like father, like daughter. Guest Official Li appears amiable, but he must actually be a domineering person, courageous beyond the ordinary, and not afraid of confrontation.

…

…

The atmosphere suddenly became tense as if swords were drawn and bows bent.

To have the youngest son of King Ping Luan Ji Molie become a servant?

This…

How bold to even say it out loud!

However, the gazes of many Spirit Children towards Xi Xi now carried a hint of admiration.

This is Xi Xi, the number one big sister of the Golden Light Prefecture!

Young Prince Ji Haihui was taken aback, his purple pupils eerily shimmering as though reflecting streams of light on mirrors.

To become a servant?

What audacious words; he hadn’t heard such statements in a long time.

So arrogant…

But do you have the capital to be so arrogant?

Ji Haihui’s gaze became deep, his body’s blood and energy surged as he had absolute confidence in his own strength.

Under the teachings of his father, Martial Saint Ji Molie, he was confident he wouldn’t be weaker than this girl of humble origins.

This strong self-belief made Ji Haihui’s fighting spirit boil at this moment.

He increasingly wanted to personally suppress this girl, to see her cry and wail, then watch as his Dragon God Purple Pupil swallowed her Purple Aura Divinity…

The very thought…

Made his whole body tremble with excitement, almost uncontrollably.

“Good…”

“I accept your challenge.”

Ji Haihui spoke, and the next moment his fingers clenched to snatch a domineering Mysterious Silver Spear that immediately landed in his hand, drawing it fiercely, tearing through the air with a pressurizing sound.

The spear tip pointed obliquely to the ground, a wild wind swirling, lifting and tearing the accumulated snow on the ground.

The Blood Exchange energy surged from within him, appearing like flames of red fire burning all around him.

Bang—!

With a stomp, a strong gust burst from behind him, propelling him to the center of Daping.

“Come.”

“Defeat me, and I shall be your servant.”

The Young Prince Ji Haihui said indifferently.

As his words ended, the long spear gently swept across, he stamped his foot fiercely, and radiating spiderweb cracks suddenly sprang on the bluestone ground beneath him!

“Sect Master, Master, I’m going!”

“I’ll go make him cry, and once he’s my servant, I’ll make him apologize to you while pressing his head to the ground!”

Xi Xi declared.

Then she rushed out like the wind.

Landing on Daping as well, her plump fingers clenched, and the Seven Elemental Divine Weapon, Qianyuan Diamond Circle, on her neck slid into her hand.

The golden hoop spun around, Xi Xi aimed it from afar at the Young Prince.

“Come on!”

Xi Xi’s chubby little face trembled uncontrollably.