Xin Lu's chest rose and fell violently as rage devoured what little composure he still possessed.
He now understood clearly that defeating Li Yun alone would not be easy. That single flick of a finger had already revealed the frightening gap in raw power between them. If he continued to charge recklessly by himself, there was a real chance he would be humiliated a second time in front of all the gathered talents.
His eyes instantly shifted toward another genius nearby.
Shuan Chu.
A renowned saber cultivator whose strength was feared even among the younger generation.
Without hesitation, Xin Lu shouted, "Brother Shuan Chu! Help me suppress Li Yun, and I will give you ten thousand middle-grade spirit stones!"
The moment those words were spoken, many nearby disciples sharply inhaled.
Ten thousand middle-grade spirit stones was an astonishing amount of wealth. Even many elders would not casually dismiss such a reward.
