Well Conned

No one dared to challenge Mu Rong Qing and Rain Emperor, because they were Spiritual Infant Tier elites, but Ling Han was only in the Flower Blossom Tier.

Everyone was a genius of the current generation; who feared anyone else in a battle at the same tier?

Geniuses were conceited, confident in being invincible at the same tier, so they were even more fearless. If one could force Ling Han to submit, then Wang Yi Yun would definitely think highly of oneself, keeping oneself in mind.

Persimmons obviously had to be picked when they were soft.

Ling Han cracked a smile, and said, "You guys really want to spar with me?"

"Of course!" those people shouted out one after another. "If you lose, then hand over the bottle!"

"Alright!" Ling Han agreed directly. "However, you guys are betting against me with empty promises, so what benefits do I get if I win? Want to spar with me? Tine, take out treasures no lower than sixth tier."