"If you want mercy, you will get mercy! Do you think this Prince dares not to?"
The Seventh Prince of Dayong looked at Luo Qingtong with a cold rage in his eyes.
Do they think they can take advantage of him with mere words and win?
Even if he really did yield, so what?
Between Martial Emperor Realm and Saint Realm, there is already a vast difference like that of heaven and earth!
Not to mention he is from the Dayong Sacred Dynasty, with a foundation of strength far beyond what an average newcomer to the Saint Realm could match!
What can they compare with him?
Thinking this, the Seventh Prince immediately said, "This Prince will let you use both your arms and legs!"
Before he had finished speaking, the cold voice of Feng Yuan abruptly followed.
"We can allow you the use of your limbs. However, my Seventh Imperial Uncle has paid such a high price, if any accident were to happen during the duel, you can no longer blame Dayong. Don't you agree?"
