The Steward Demonic Emperor

His teammates followed next, and the two sects faced each other.

 

“Ha-ha-ha, brother Zhuo is so strong that I have been eagerly waiting for us to fight.
A shame that this is not my chance.
My younger brother insists on letting him have you.
I am not one to take this joy from him and would have to settle for the next time.”

 

Smiling, Wu Qingqiu backed away, cupping his hands at Zhuo Fan and his team.
He went before Ye Lin and said, “This might be a team battle, but we also understand the situation of their sect.
They have only one person able to bear this fight, so we will also have just one person settle it.
As we watch from the sidelines, I will let junior brother represent us on the field.”

 

Ye Lin walked forward, bearing a wide smile.

 

Qi Changlong and the others felt down.
Wu Qingqiu was right, without a doubt, but he was being modest about it.
Though the way it was registered, it felt more like contempt.

 

As if they only managed to get so far on the back of one person.
They were utterly useless. 

 

[We know that’s true, but could you at least not say it? It hurts our feelings!]

 

Zhuo Fan noticed their annoyance and slowly moved forward as he stared at Ultimate Clarity Sect’s team, “Brother Wu is right.
Our two sects’ fight has to be one on one.
But once the battle starts, even if your disciples want to help, they are not to interfere.
What do you say?” 

 

“Right, that’s how it should be, ha-ha-ha…” Qi Changlong, Kui Lang, and the others laughed.

 

Zhuo Fan said in reply to his statement. 

 

[You dare call us useless? Once these freaks fight since you won’t be joining either, you’re just as useless!]

 

[Besides sounding nice, it’s just conforming to our intent of having a one-on-one fight.
Actually, none of you have what it takes to join the fight.
Even if you do, you’ll be nothing more than cannon fodder.
So what’s so funny?] 

 

Holding his forehead, Wu Qingqiu smiled and shook his head.

 

He did not deny it.
Since his words were heard by all, he still had to keep his earlier words.

 

However, Ultimate Clarity Sect’s disciples grew angry at being disregarded by a lower-three sect. 

 

The audience saw the two sects were ready to fight and throwing verbal attacks.
They grew even more excited. 

 

[The fight is bound to be intense!] 

 

“Junior brother, aren’t you going to say something? Say what you feel!” Wu Qingqiu saw his junior brothers were fuming and asked Ye Lin.

 

Ye Lin eyed him and scratched his head before nodding.
He turned to Zhuo Fan and admitted, “You’re right.
These people, besides senior brother Wu, can be ignored.
This fight is between you and me!”

 

Wu Qingqiu’s face twitched, and he held his forehead.
His junior brother had always been a lone wolf. 

 

[He doesn’t know anything about respect for his fellow man.]

 

The others cursed.
For him, though, it didn’t matter if the sect hated him.

 

The Ultimate Clarity Sect’s disciples looked on with dark glares and shook their heads. 

 

[This little junior brother is a professional at making fun of others.]

 

They were clueless that Ye Lin took pride in his status as a sacred beast inheritor.
So how could he give a damn about some common folks?

 

In his eyes, even Wu Qingqiu wasn’t worth it.
He only treated him better since the senior brother had looked after him all these years.
Only Zhuo Fan was like him, a grand sacred beast inheritor.

 

“All of you stand back.
I don’t care if any of you die from our fight’s aftershocks.” Ye Lin flicked his hand with a stern look.

 

The others knew his temper and shook their heads as they cleared the area.

 

Taking his time walking forward, Zhuo Fan looked around this place. 

 

[This is a good spot.] 

 

He signaled Qi Changlong and the others to leave, “Stand a mile behind me, less you want to be squashed.”

 

They all started, but they left either way. 

 

[Why is it that he insists on standing behind him?]

 

Zhuo Fan had just found a blind spot in a monitoring array.
With the disciples in this area, it would be easier for him to get Danqing Shen out of his ring.

 

So even while they were clueless, they trusted Steward Zhuo, doing what he said.

 

Everything was in place.
All that was left was to fight!

 

Zhuo Fan focused his eyes and shot forward, his right hand unleashing a terrible red glow. 

 

Ye Lin grinned and faced him head-on with a golden flaming glow.
He reached Zhuo Fan even faster than the other, the golden flaming fist punching forward…