Curses erupted from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect's side.
The Guardians' side erupted in thunderous laughter.
Yan Nan couldn't help but laugh: "Dongfang, this contestant of yours has a sharp tongue. I wonder if their skills match up with it."
Dongfang Sansan smiled and said: "Oh? It's rare for Vice Sect Master Yan to take an interest in a King level. Their tongue is indeed quite sharp."
Yan Nan's heart skipped a beat.
Damn it, what does he mean by saying I have an interest in a King level!
What does this bastard mean by that?
He said lightly, "No matter how sharp the tongue, if they get cut down in one move, it's useless."
Dongfang Sansan leisurely said, "This is a friendly match, fatalities are not allowed. If they occur, it's the referee's fault."
"..."
Yan Nan was actually at a loss for words.
He picked up his tea, took a sip, and said lightly, "There's a lot of grudges. Let's see if they can pair up to battle."
The drawing of lots began.
