Zi Shan and the Purple Scale Race elder departed.
"Young Master, Luo Tian may have agreed, but the Clan Leader won't, will he? After all, the honor of the Purple Scale Race is at stake!" the Purple Scale Race elder said.
"I've already thought this through!"
A smug smile appeared on Zi Shan's face.
'I'll just tell Father that Luo Tian volunteered, claiming to be a genius at fighting above his level and wanting to serve the Purple Scale Race. When Luo Tian loses, I'll just say I was deceived by him and take the initiative to admit my mistake.'
'Although doing this will affect me to some extent, the conflict between the Purple Scale Race and the Autumn Fox Race was started by my elder brother. If we lose this martial arts competition, the punishment he suffers will be even more severe!'
Zi Shan let out a cold laugh. 'This is killing two birds with one stone!'
He could eliminate Luo Tian and use the opportunity to deal a heavy blow to his elder brother!
