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The fat man was thrown to the ground, his chest heavily pressing down on Elder Red Light's feet.

His fat face turned into the color of a pig's liver due to his embarrassment, and his big belly bent down together. Because he was suppressed, it was difficult for him to breathe. However, he was still gasping for air. He shouted, "You b * tch! For a gigolo! Fight me!"

Elder Hong Deng's expression turned cold, and he exerted even more force under his feet. The fatty was unable to utter a single word, and he hurriedly waved his hand to beg for mercy.

The tall, thin, and sage-like old Daoist priest stood up. Seeing the messy scene, he began to mediate. "Aiya, Mo Yan is right. We won't betray Divine Lord!"

The chaotic scene was broadcasted live to the audience. They were surprised to find that the current Linyuan was still looking at the internal arguments of the Tianji Pavilion with a harmless expression on his face.

King of Myriad Spirits's hearty laughter was heard, and the scene immediately returned to the green ship.

"Mo Yan, why do you have to do this? Don't tell me that you don't care about the lives of thousands of people in your Tianji Pavilion?" King of Myriad Spirits and Shebai were like a smiling tiger.

Mo Yan rubbed his chin with a solemn expression on his face. He took two steps forward and stood in front of the railing of the attic. He faced the audience and said, "Shebai!" His voice was deep and firm. "Do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Shebai raised his eyebrows slightly and his face unconsciously twitched. He then grinned and said, I dare you to make a bet with me." Hahaha! Tell me, what do you want to bet?"

" We will each send people to spar... "

" Hahaha, Mo Yan, you don't really think that one of you is a match for me, do you? " Shebai finally could not hide his proud tail and laughed from the bottom of his heart. "Or do you really think that Divine Lord will come? I advise you..."

Mo Yan loudly interrupted him and tried his best to show a contemptuous look on his approachable face. "Whether Divine Lord comes or not, you don't have to worry about it! Let me ask you, do you dare to bet? "

"Hahahaha... Alright, what if the Tianji Pavilion loses? "

"We will disband on our own. We will not stop you from doing anything to Zhong Xiu Yuan." Mo Yan's words were loud and clear.

The building of Tianji Pavilion was silent. Apart from the fat man who was lying on the ground, who was struggling to stand up and gasping for breath, the rest of the people were staring at Mo Yan with their mouths wide open.

The audience who were watching the show started whispering to each other, and the buzzing sound covered the entire forest.

Perhaps because it was too funny, King of Myriad Spirits burst into laughter. He really could not hold it in anymore. His round face even had a few wrinkles squeezed out. "That's good! If you want a reputation, say that you have done your best. In the end, you don't want to make it public, right? Haha, alright, I agree. Now, you can be considered to have put in a lot of effort. However, there's no need to make a move. Why don't you directly announce..."

Unexpectedly, Mo Yan also sneered, "Shebai, I haven't finished my conditions. Why are you in a hurry?"

" Oh? What conditions?"

"What if you lose?"

"Ah? Hehe..."

Not only Shebai, but the crowd also burst into laughter.

The Tianji Pavilion's defeat had been decided. What was there to struggle about?

At this point, Divine Lord had yet to appear... How could there be anyone who could defeat Shebai?

The elder of the Mo Yan Pavilion was probably too old to think properly!

Shebai smiled. His innocent face revealed an even more amiable smile. "Alright, Mo Yan, let's do as you said... If I lose, although I can't see the possibility, But, if I lose, what do you want? "

"Avengers and Myriad Spirit Palace will be disbanded from now on!"

Mo Yan's words didn't cause too much of a stir, and no one cared about it.

Because no one thought that the Tianji Pavilion had a chance of winning, they all suspected that Mo Yan had lost his mind.

"If you want me to say it, Mo Yan has already given up! Tianji Pavilion is finished this time!"

"Actually Mo Yan is doing this to protect the people of Tianji Pavilion! If a big fight broke out, how many people would be killed and injured?! "2

"That's right. I think Mo Yan is planning to do this. Why don't we just fight amongst the experts and minimize our losses..."

"He is indeed someone who has been a Pavilion Elder for many years. He has considered everything."

"That's right. Tianji Pavilion has no chance of winning. Rather than being wiped out, it's better to keep some fire seeds."

"But it's strange. Why didn't Divine Lord come?"

"Why? He looks too scary. He doesn't have the face to meet people!"

...

Bai Yi heard everyone talking at once and shook her head as well. It was already at this critical juncture, why hasn't Divine Lord come yet? If what Linyuan said was true, wouldn't Divine Lord come? Because there was something more important?

Elder Hong Deng had already sat down. All the elders were strangely calm. No one spoke in the pavilion.

On the big screen, there was a close-up of King of Myriad Spirits and Shebai. The stubble on his face was clearly visible. After hearing Mo Yan's request, the corners of Shebai's mouth slightly curved up. "Good, it's very fair. Whoever loses will have to disband! However, Mo Yan, it seemed that Divine Lord would not come, right? What a pity... The foundation of the Tianji Pavilion that has existed for thousands of years is going to be destroyed... However, all of you are suffering from your own sins! This First Layer..."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and patted his youngest son." Yun'er, go! "

Only now did Bai Yi remember that this kid was Shebai's youngest son. His name was Zhong Yun, and he was ranked fourth on the Prince Charming Rankings!

Recently, the top three of the rankings had been unstable. It was all because they had joined Yi Tian! Because Yi Tian had only made a brief appearance in the First Layer, he had left behind a legend that was very difficult to surpass.

"Yes! Father!" Zhong Yun bowed respectfully with a smile on his face. With a flip of his body, he jumped to the high platform in the middle of the venue, where the two armies faced each other.

This time, he appeared in front of everyone in a 360 degree angle without any blind spots.

Many melon-eating girls cried out and almost fainted.

"Zhong Yun! It's Zhong Yun!"

"Zhong Yun, I love you!"

" Defeat the Tianji Pavilion! Down with the Tianji Pavilion!"

"Zhong Yun is the most handsome!"

...

Bai Yi curled her lips and had a look of disdain.

Mo Yan turned around and looked at the elders. His face was full of bitterness and hatred. He said with a solemn expression, "Everyone... Zhong Yun's cultivation base is the only one who has inherited the true teachings of King of Myriad Spirits. We can't underestimate him. All of you..."

Wind Catching Ear impatiently flicked his big ears. "I'll do it! All of you..."

However, Mo Yan raised his hand to interrupt him. "Listen to me. I mean, all of you have already left the Tianji Pavilion and are now independent. You can totally be independent. "

Looking at Mo Yan's expression, all the elders understood what he meant.

This was... a farewell?

The long-faced Daoist priest said, "Old man, what are you talking about? We are the people of Tianji Pavilion after living for a day!"

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