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Countless jeers and mocking voices echoed.
Lanling and the Little Rakshasa King still stood at the center of the dueling arena, accepting all the mockery with a smile.
After laughing heartily for a long time, Master Chonglou clutched his belly and said, "Emperor Lanling, are you telling me I should go back to the Thirteen Floors and wait for death?"
Lanling replied seriously, "You could understand it that way."
"Hahahahaha..." Master Chonglou laughed again, his stomach aching from laughter, crouching on the ground and pounding it vigorously, "Thank you, Sir Lanling, your duel with You Ming wasn't spectacular, but the clown's performance afterward sure was, hahahaha!"
Lanling said, "How about a bet? If within five days I haven't destroyed the Thirteen Floors, haven't wiped it from this world, I will surrender to Princess Na Xue, not to mention becoming her puppet."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Di Ming's face twitched violently.
