When Marquis Jiangzuo spoke, even the many cultivators watching from afar couldn't help but gasp. He was forcing Li Qiye into a dead end. Li Qiye had yet to reach the Heavenly Essence Realm; if he crippled himself, his future would be ruined.
Li Qiye, however, wasn't surprised in the least. He simply grinned and said, "Fine, a bet's a bet. But if you lose, what will you give me?"
"You—" The Marquis Jiangzuo's expression was utterly foul. 'A mere brat at the Yun Body Realm dares to speak so shamelessly to my face? I'm a genius on the cusp of becoming a Prince!' If it weren't for Li Shuangyan's protection, crushing this little brat would be as easy as squashing an ant.
Li Qiye watched Marquis Jiangzuo with narrowed eyes. "What's the matter? Don't make a bet if you can't afford to lose. Your Jiangzuo Family might call itself an Ancient Family, but from where I'm standing, you're nothing but dirt-poor paupers."
