Even if Chu Qingyun hid his aura, strength, and speed again, Dong Jingshan wouldn't fall for the same trick twice.
The final result would be the same. He would still have to take another elixir, and at best, he'd only be able to kill one more third-level Martial Spirit.
But compared to killing one more third-level Martial Spirit, Chu Qingyun was more interested in seeing the spectacular expression on Dong Jingshan's face.
Just like the one he was wearing now!
Shock, indignation, rage, dejection, despair—a kaleidoscope of emotions flickered across Dong Jingshan's face.
In the end, however, all he could do was sigh in defeat.
He forced out the words, "I give up. The Dong Family... concedes."
There was no point in holding out any longer. He now had only one second-level and one third-level Martial Spirit left. Sending them both up would be nothing but a suicide mission.
