"Your Majesty, accomplished in both literary and martial virtues, your achievements surpass those of this age. You are a once-in-a-millennium figure, invincible since entering the path of martial arts. This time will be no exception. How could it be that Daoist Tianxu thinks Your Majesty will be defeated?"
Song Yingqiao retorted.
The smile on Daoist Tianxu's face froze momentarily, then melted away as he shook his head:
"How could it be possible? Your Majesty is invincible. How could you be defeated? When I bet on Your Majesty back then, it was precisely because of your extraordinary Qi Fortune. Naturally, there will be no defeat in this battle."
"What does Sect Leader Zhao think?"
Zhao Danqing smiled without speaking, offering no response, only clasping his hands and gazing into the void.
Daoist Ling Xu sighed solemnly: "It's a pity that our strength is too feeble to assist Your Majesty. We can only pray here for Your Majesty and for Great Yan."
"Your Majesty will be fine."
