Qin Hao smiled without saying a word.
Ah Mao felt chilled to the bone, knowing he would die horribly if he didn't use the provocation tactic.
With his face flushed red, he shouted, "Night Emperor, everyone says you have the guts to defy the heavens, but now you look like a coward! Saying there's no need for a duel, you're actually afraid of me, right!"
"You beast, how dare you!" Bi Jian Country, relying on his master's power, viciously slapped Ah Mao to vent his anger.
Ah Mao's head was hit hard, and he glared murderously at Bi Jian Country, releasing a wave of killing intent.
Bi Jian Country hastily retreated, cursing, "Little beast, you dare to act smug!"
"Humph, useless!"
Seeing the other party scared away, Ah Mao turned to stare at Qin Hao, eyes burning: "Night Emperor, do you dare?"
Qin Hao scratched his head, "A duel is not impossible, but if you lose, you must offer the intelligence of the Evil God Club."
"Impossible!"
