A Promise of One Move

"Bet?"

" Are you kidding me? You're just a mere Second Sky of the Martial Saint Realm. Do you think you're qualified to bet with me? "

" Besides, if you win, you will get the token, and you want me to work for you. If I win, I will just take the token. Is that fair? "

Lin Zhirong's face was filled with anger after hearing Li Lingtian's words.  

A Martial Saint actually made a bet with him. Wasn't this a joke?

Moreover, the bet was so unfair. It was simply intolerable.

He was a dignified Martial God expert, but he was fooled by a junior. Indeed, he could not let him off easily.

" You're a Third Firmament Martial God expert, and I'm only a Martial Saint. Are you afraid? "

"Are you afraid of losing to me?"

Li Lingtian looked at Lin Zhirong's expression and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. In terms of cultivation base, he was no match for Lin Zhirong. In terms of strength and scheming, Lin Zhirong was still far behind Li Lingtian.