"Hmph, the height of arrogance. If you remain unharmed after three moves, I can hand over the person to you. But what if you lose?" Simu Zhen responded sharply, a flash of murderous intent in her eyes.
"If I lose, I will retreat immediately and will voluntarily offer a strand of Mystic Crystal with Thunder Attribute from beyond this realm." Li Daoheng agreed without hesitation, adding a wager to the deal.
"Alright, no problem," Simu Zhen said, slightly stunned, but then nodded decisively.
The moment her words fell, the void beside the woman twisted and blurred, and an old man in a black robe with a belt appeared out of thin air.
This elder had high cheekbones and a distinct appearance, with a long black braid not only hanging to his waist but also looped twice, with a tiny sword tied at the end of the braid, sparkling with silver light as electric snakes danced continuously around the blade.
