The man in white didn't hesitate at all, taking two steps forward to stand before the Elder Brother. The Elder Brother lost all hope, closed his eyes, and released his hand. With a loud boom, a cloud of smoke instantly engulfed the two of them.
In the distant mountains, Shijia and the Joyous Monk observed the battle unfold from start to finish.
"Oh my!" the Joyous Monk exclaimed lightly, saying, "They're surely goners now. This close-range explosion could blow someone to bits!"
Shijia chuckled and said, "I bet he's not dead. Care to wager with me?"
"What would I bet with you?" the Joyous Monk pouted, saying, "Can I ever win against you?"
"I'm not talking to you..." Shijia glanced behind the Joyous Monk and said, "Old Man Nalan, isn't it boring hiding there by yourself? Come down and make a bet to liven things up."
"Old Man Nalan?" The Joyous Monk immediately frowned, looking around. However, there was no one around. Who was Shijia talking to?
