Bad news always comes with wings.
Looking at the old acquaintance Gan Qianyun, whose body was twisted and transformed, and still carried the aura of flames, Lu Ping'an also sighed a bit.
Back when he participated in the Domineering Three Faces' martial fight conference, this person was still a prominent emcee, a big shot in Lu Ping'an's eyes.
But now, this eighth-tier Great Priest, weakened and almost lifeless, still holds strong, and his manner of greeting Lu Ping'an makes Lu sigh at the changes of the world.
"What did Domineering Three Faces say?"
"Lost, accepted it."
Upon hearing this, Lu Ping'an couldn't help but laugh; it was indeed a response fitting the style of Martial God.
However, for those under his command who were involved, it might not be a good thing.
His defeat was somewhat unexpected yet reasonable.
