"Please speak, Pavilion Master," Hua Wudao said respectfully.
The middle-aged man was pained to see this. His master had to bow and kneel just for a chance to fight his opponent. Years ago, Hua Wudao held awe-inspiring authority in the Yun Sect and commanded the respect of many. However, today, his master was humiliated in the Evil Sky Pavilion. Worst of all, he, as a disciple, was helpless. What could he do against so many elites and the crushing situation? He could only lower his head at this moment.
Lu Zhou rose to his feet slowly. He placed one hand on his back and the other stroked his beard. He said, "First, you have no right to fight me. Mingshi Yin and Duanmu Sheng will fight in my stead. You can try and block their attacks. Second, my time is precious. If you lose, you'll have to agree to one condition of mine."
The middle-aged man's face turned red, his temper was clearly about to erupt.
