As his father, I know very well what the Tuoba Three Associations are all about…

This formation wasn't really Tuoba San's forte; he'd barely even encountered it before. However, I calmly countered with a question...

"How do you want to compete?"

Seeing my unchanging expression, Xiang Tai swallowed back the words he had intended to say about competing in array formation...

The reason I am so confident is definitely because Tuoba San is very skilled in formations, so he changed his mind at the last minute and came up with an even more shameless idea...

He looked at me and said

"I have a formation here. If Tuoba San dares to enter the formation and break it, then he wins..."

He didn't say what would happen if the formation couldn't be broken, but everyone knew that the likely price for failing to break the formation was death within it...

Hearing his words, I had to give Xiang Tai a thumbs up; he really has no shame whatsoever…

"Are you sure you don't want to kill my son?"

Faced with my questioning, Xiang Tai concealed his embarrassment and pretended to be expressionless as he said...

"How could that be? Tuoba Keqing and I are from the same sect. How could we do something like killing each other..."

I scoffed at his statement. He was sure there was a follow-up: that he shouldn't be blamed for the mistake…

After all, it was during a competition. Given their strength, it's perfectly normal for them to accidentally kill someone if they used too much force...

From the very first match until now, the number of times my opponent has resorted to sophistry has been enough for me to see Xiang Taiyan's true nature...

"hehe…"

I gave him a meaningful smile, but instead of revealing his ulterior motives, I said in a cooperative tone...

"That's not impossible, but what kind of formation do you want to use?"

Hearing my words, Xiang Tai felt like he had taken the bait, little did he know that he was the prey...

"It's not some powerful formation, just a simple Eight Gates Soul-Locking Formation!"

Holy crap…

shameless…

That's shameless...

This was everyone's opinion. Even his own people looked at him with disdain, saying that the Eight Gates Soul-Locking Formation wasn't powerful. This was a famous killing formation, and so far, anyone who could break it had done so by sheer brute force...

When both sides are evenly matched, once one side is trapped in this killing formation, their death is practically assured...

Many disciples were quick-witted and immediately grasped the key point…

Whether it was to break their bet or to help the mastermind eliminate Tuoba San, this killing formation was definitely a well-prepared killing move...

Previously, it was intended to be used as a trump card, but now it's being used to send Tuoba San to his death...

What a vicious thought, what a cruel heart...

This was everyone's inner thought: they never expected their own prodigy to be so shameless...

"Son, what do you think?"

I didn't agree immediately, but looked at Tuoba San with a hint of expectation in my eyes...

Although Tuoba San didn't want to take the risk, he understood my thoughts from my eyes, so he said nonchalantly.

"It's just a small killing formation; we can break it..."

Everyone stared at Tuoba San as if he were a fool; his boastful words made them all somewhat embarrassed…

This is the first time someone has ever tried to break another person's Eight Gates Soul-Locking Formation with power of equal strength; it's simply a fantasy...

"Very well, then agree to his request. When you break the formation, let's see what this piece of shit has to say then..."

Xiang Taiyi really wanted to argue, "I'm Xiang Taiyi, not this piece of shit..."

However, he was so excited that he even agreed to the unreasonable request to willingly enter the killing formation...

"Someone actually went looking for death, and the father even agreed to it..."

"Shh...don't talk nonsense. This is a competition, do you understand what a competition is?"

"You know how to talk, kid. That's right, this is a fair and just competition..."

"Life and death are determined by fate; it's normal to make a small mistake during a competition..."

Unlike their previous loud mockery, everyone was now whispering among themselves, though their conversation was still audible...

Everyone understood that this wasn't a fair match. The competition was proposed by Xiang Taiyan, so the specifics of the competition should be decided by Tuoba San...

However, even the competition itself was decided by Xiang Taiyan, making the competition unfair from the very beginning, with the advantage entirely in Xiang Taiyan's favor...

However, as disciples of the Qingyun Sect, even though they knew about Xiang Taiyan's actions and deeply despised him, they still hoped he would win. Those standing here were either Xiang Taiyan's supporters or shills for the Murong family, and naturally, they firmly stood on Xiang Taiyan's side...

Even if he suggested that Tuoba San stand still and let him stab him a few times, they would cheer loudly and support Xiang Taiyan...

This is the power of connections. Xiang Taiyan has a powerful background and the support of the Murong family, so no matter how outrageous his actions are, someone will always clean up his mess.

"I don't know whether to call you stupid or ignorant. Since you've decided to compete, let's begin..."

As Xiang Taiyan spoke, he was about to unleash the Eight Gates Soul-Locking Formation, preparing to send Tuoba San into the formation to his death...

"etc…"

I called out to Xiang Taiyan, which made him look a little confused for a moment, because this scene seemed so familiar...

"That pile of poop..."

Xiangtai stared at me with a dark expression. He knew I couldn't bring myself to call him by his name. He desperately wanted to know why I found his name so repulsive. Before, although I would make gestures to drive away the unpleasant smell, at least I would call him by his name. Now, I wouldn't even do that…

"Isn't the competition a bit too monotonous...?"

Xiangtai thought to himself, "It's here, this is the feeling I've been waiting for..."

"So what do you want? Do you want some more stakes?"

"clever…"

Xiangtai clutched his chest, looking at me, thinking, "Did I use you to praise me? This is basically a reenactment of the scene before the first match..."

"What are we betting on?"

Xiang Taiyan, suppressing his discomfort, asked…

"Since you said we'd fulfill the bet together in the end, and we've already won the first round, how about this: if you win this round, the first bet is void, and we'll bet on a third round. But if you still lose, in addition to the bet from the first round, you'll also have to kneel in front of the sect and bark like a dog ten times after you finish the race. What do you think?"

Hearing my question, Xiang Tai gritted his teeth in hatred. In other words, even if Tuoba San lost this match, he would gain nothing; Tuoba San would suffer no loss. But if he himself lost, he would have to pay a much higher price…

"You...you're playing me?"

Xiang Tai asked with a dark expression...

"Playing you for fools? What makes you say that? We have the guts to accept such an extremely unfair competition, but you don't even have the courage to take the bet?"

I looked at him with a mocking gaze, my eyes filled with disdain...