A Bet?

Zhang Xuan nearly fainted from anger.

He knew that the Dongxu Gourd was unreliable, but he had never thought that it would actually be such a blithering idiot!

I told you to devour the swords of those b*stards! Why did you swallow Elder Chou Huo's sword too?

He's a sword practitioner, and his greatest strength lies in his swordsmanship! How do you expect him to fight his opponents without a sword?

Peng peng peng peng!

Just as this thought formulated in his mind, the two black-robed Heavenly True Immortals began clashing with Elder Chou Huo once more.

Without a sword in his hand, Elder Chou Huo's fighting prowess was severely affected. Under the assault of those two, he was slowly falling into a disadvantageous position.

I need to hurry up and defeat this one so that I can back Elder Chou Huo, Zhang Xuan thought.