Lu Chensong's actions paused, and he sneered.
"What? Now you're scared? Want to back out? Too late!"
Gu Sheng shook his head and spoke unhurriedly.
"Since it's a duel to the death, there should be some stakes to make it more interesting, shouldn't there?"
"Stakes?"
Lu Chensong was taken aback, then sneered.
"Someone like you, a bumpkin from East Desolation, what kind of stakes could you possibly come up with? Don't bring out some trash to embarrass yourself!"
Gu Sheng ignored his ridicule and stated his wager directly.
"If I lose, I will offer three pounds of Earth Tea leaves, a Venerable Realm martial skill with Daoist Rhythm, and...ten million High-grade Spirit Stones."
Each time he mentioned one, Lu Chensong's sneer froze a bit more.
By the time Gu Sheng finished speaking, Lu Chensong's face had become extremely ugly, his eyes filled with shock and greed, but mostly disbelief!
