At this moment, the atmosphere was tense, a battle imminent.
Huang Xiaojuan kept drawing circles on the ground with her right foot as she charged forward.
Meanwhile, the assistant retreated, striking a pose of White Crane Spreads Its Wings.
As he backed away, the assistant suddenly had a thought. Why should he, a man, be afraid of a woman? Moreover, he was a level-ten cultivator.
Thus, the assistant stopped and took two steps forward. He puffed out his chest, lifted his head, and said to Huang Xiaojuan, "Huang Xiaojuan, what are you trying to do? Are you actually going to hit me?"
Huang Xiaojuan continued drawing circles on the ground, pressing closer step by step. "The victor is crowned king, and the vanquished is branded a villain," she said. "One must be willing to accept the consequences of their wager. Since you tried to sow discord between Brother Zhao Rong and me, you must pay a heavy price…"
