Since Yang Jingzhi was once again trying to dissuade Huang Xiaolong from signing the life or death agreement and ruining his wonderful plan, Huang Zhouping couldn’t restrain himself from chiding, “Chief Hall Master Yang, this is a matter between us Holy Princes. How do you dare to interfere?”

According to the Holy Gate’s rules, even a Chief Hall Master couldn’t interfere in conflict between Holy Princes. If they dared to interfere, they would be held accountable.

“I dare not.” Yang Jingzhi’s heart tightened as he answered.

“Dare not? It better be that way!” Huang Zhouping then sneered at Huang Xiaolong and continued goading, “How is it, Huang Xiaolong? Not getting cold feet, are you? Well, I can’t blame you, a Holy Prince with rubbish talents like you is bound to lose. Will you dare to accept the challenge? I think calling you Coward Holy Prince suits you well!”

Huang Xiaolong let out an abrupt laugh, sounding a little evil, “Since I’ve already said I accepted the challenge, then it’s accepted. Why are you so nervous?” He dropped...