The two men stood opposed, about five to sixty meters apart.
The bystanders around them, all holding their breaths, fixed their gaze on the duo.
This battle held great significance not only for the two involved but also for the rest of Beihe City's residents.
Whether the power structure of Beihe City would drastically change hinged on the outcome of their duel.
"My daughter, Nangong Lingya, my son, Nangong Teng, how are they doing now?"
Nangong Tian asked.
"As for the two of them, I can only say they're not dead yet, but they're hardly doing well,"
Lu Chuan said nonchalantly.
Nangong Tian's anger flared, his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes sharply fixed on Lu Chuan as if he wanted to flay him alive.
"Nangong Lingya at least deserves her own private chamber, three or four servants, a dedicated cook to prepare meals, and to be well-fed and well-drinked. If you dare make her suffer, I will make sure you wish you were dead!"
Lu Chuan couldn't help but laugh.
