Of course, if you win, I, as the elder, can assure that Martial Emperor City and the entire East Sea will follow in my footsteps from years past, merging into your command and listening to your orders, how about it?"
Lu Chengfeng asked Chen Yuan with a heavy expression.
Chen Yuan's gaze flickered for a moment, glancing at Moluo without receiving any response, then fell silent for a moment and nodded:
"Alright, the junior agrees to the senior's proposal; if the junior loses, I shall definitely honor Martial Emperor City as supreme in the future."
Lu Chengfeng's offered terms were quite lenient. If the match truly took place with current strength, Chen Yuan is probably still not on par with Ye Xiangnan; a person's reputation has an underlying truth that is far from simple.
But, after all, there is a limit.
