Bian Qiaoqiao and Nangong Liuli sneered coldly, recalling yesterday's contest where the two women's joint efforts ended in defeat, restrained by their immobile limbs. Although Li Xian's strength was decent, compared to the heavenly prides of Daoxuan Mountain, it was likely far inferior. Nangong Liuli mocked, "So clueless, utterly laughable."
Bian Qiaoqiao said arrogantly, "You're just a petty minion. You couldn't even beat me, yet dare to boast pompously."
Li Xian raised an eyebrow, "Who says I can't beat you."
He raised his hand and pressed it on Bian Qiaoqiao's shoulder, giving it a gentle push. Bian Qiaoqiao exclaimed in surprise, swaying back and forth without stopping. She twisted her waist in an attempt to halt the swinging motion, but only displayed helpless embarrassment, completely ineffective.
Li Xian laughed, "Give up?" Bian Qiaoqiao said, "I...I give up. Please stop." Li Xian stopped her body.
