Xiao Yao, who suddenly felt scared but not dangerous, heaved a sigh of relief. He cupped his fists at Liu Molin and said, "Thank you!"
"Will you participate in the next God of Gamblers Competition?"
"This... if there is no accident, he might do it!"
"I'll definitely defeat you next time!"
Xiao Yao's eyes were also burning with passion, and a mass of Conceptual Battle Skill rose. "I am waiting for you."
When they first met at the Life and Death Gate, Xiao Yao said the same words. But unlike the last time, this time, they appreciated each other more and were sure of a real opponent.
In fact, if Xiao Yao had used tricks to force Liu Molin to leave, he would have to face the disciple of the God of the West today. It was easy to win the final victory, and he would not waste so much effort
