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"You've had a lot of guts." Only then did Di Qingya stop her hand, slightly calming down the anger in her heart. What Yuan Feiyu said was right, his anger at the moment was not too good to truly injure Yuan Feiyu and the Xue Mei.

However, her eyes swept across the black passageway on the Spring Plain, as if she was wearing black dirt on top of green clothes, and no matter how she looked at it, it made her feel uncomfortable. "How do you want to bet?"

No one saw that Yuan Feiyu's usually gentle and thick beautiful eyes were filled with ice. Bullying her was fine, bullying Di Jiye was fine, but that was something that the male himself had to settle. She could pretend not to see that, but bullying her child was also not something that the Heavenly Emperor himself could do.

Ever since the Xue Mei followed her, it had been as obedient as Qiu Xiaobao. Sometimes, it even seemed more like her daughter than Qiu Xiaobao; Xue Mei normally did not speak much or show off. In every critical moment, they would not care about the lives they had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, charging at the frontmost, resisting all external injuries.

This kind of daughter, whoever dared to harm her, Yuan Feiyu would fight with his life on the line.

Didn't you say that the Battle-King of the ninth step wants face? Today, I will properly humiliate you, and let everyone in the demonic world know that you will lose to an ordinary female of no rank.

The Xue Mei obediently moved away. She knew more than anyone else how intelligent and capable Yuan Feiyu was than her.

Under the admiring gaze of the crowd, the small figure of Yuan Feiyu formed a strong visual contrast with the gigantic figure of Di Qingya's demonification. Everyone thought to themselves that just this composed demeanor of the Devil Battle King of the ninth step was enough to beat everyone else. Including Morrow.

However, everyone thought that Yuan Feiyu was just delaying and would definitely get relatives to talk for him to let go of her. After all, Di Qingya was angry. It would be fine if she calmed down later. Even if it were to punish Yuan Feiyu, it was impossible to take her life.

However, Yuan Feiyu disappointed the rest once again. She looked at Di Qingya, her expression still gentle, but her words still pierced their hearts, "My movement skills are not good, but I still have my tenacity. Let's fight, I will stand still here and let you slash three times, then you can stand still and receive three strikes from my fireball arts. "Just like this, back and forth, all the way until one side admits defeat. If not, we'll just be dead."

She said the four words "dead" without raising her voice or slowing her speech down, as if they were the four most bland words in the world and not something vital.

"Alright, alright, alright …" Di Qingya was so angry that she laughed instead. Originally, she wanted to give her opponent a chance to beg for mercy, but she didn't expect this little girl who looked like she could blow away in a gust of wind would have such a tough temper. "Even her royal nieces aren't as stubborn as her, who aren't afraid of death." If I don't deserve you, I'm a little stingy. Fine, I'll let you take three moves first … After three moves, I may concede. "However, how do we calculate the stakes?"

Her tone was very clear. I won't definitely hit you if I give you three moves, but if you want to admit defeat in front of me, you will also have to admit that you were punished afterwards.

Long Keer secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and calmed himself down. It seemed that Dean Di had still given Yuan Feiyu some face. Who would care about a student admitting defeat to the dean and admitting to be punished? It couldn't be considered a scandal.