Zhou Xuan pointed at Peng Hou. Three hundred years had passed, and now the drums of war heralded their second battle.
"Peng Hou, if today we are wagering on skill, then your life is forfeit."
Peng Sheng raised his right hand, forming a sword-like gesture, pointing directly at Peng Hou.
"Three hundred years ago, at Peng Town, you joined forces with the Ancestor Tree and the Tree Clan to fight me, yet gained little. And today, seeing there are these wandering spirits here, you hope to use your words to claim an advantage?"
Peng Hou sneered, his disdain for Peng Sheng deeply rooted, for Peng Sheng was once the Tattoo Ancestor. Now facing him again, Peng Hou held a psychological edge.
"With the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree and Brother Zhou by my side, killing you is as easy as turning my hand. Why would I need wandering spirits to bolster my ranks?"
Peng Sheng's earlier words were not mere boasting.
