Li Zongming was very confident in Zhang Lie's abilities, but he was worried about what would happen after he won.

The bet was with fifty-to-one odds. Once Li Zongming won, the other superior kings would treat him not with contempt or disdain, but hatred. What would he do then?

The decaying king snorted. "Are you going to place a bet, or not? You're not going to back down now, are you?"

Upon thinking about how the other superior kings had treated him like nothing more than a plaything, Li Zongming calmed down. So what if he won? He would be doing it fair and square.

Invoking his authority as king, Li Zongming drew out the energy of his own world, kneaded it...