Chapter 126.2: Hes Not Faking Madness, Hes Truly Mad
On the sidelines, Li Yunzhi was deeply worried. "Wang Gai... how is the Blood Master supposed to turn this around? That's seventeen hundred Supremes!"
Seventeen hundred Supremes, like cabbages handed out for free. Moreover, they were led by three Great Supremes. Not even the White Supreme could break through such a deadly formation.
"You'll know soon enough." Wang Gai rubbed his back and felt a shiver up his spine. The Blood Master's turn was coming.
Qi Yuan stood atop the city wall, smirking. "You must've thought of yourself as smart. Scheming right under my nose, thinking I wouldn't notice."
Great Supreme Mi Kong's heart skipped. Even the seventeen hundred Supremes felt a faint sense of dread.
Qi Yuan went on, "I've prepared a little gift for you."
He lifted a cup and casually tossed it off the wall. A thousand Supremes instinctively took half a step back, while the three Great Supremes startled backward.
The cup fell, hitting the ground with a dull thud. Nothing happened.
Wang Gai looked at the perfectly intact cup, his expression turning strange. That wasn't what we agreed upon...
About three thousand Supremes stared at Qi Yuan—uneasy, trying to guess what he was playing at.
Qi Yuan simply grinned. "Aiya, the silver cup was supposed to break as a signal. How awkward. Anyway, come out. Your gift is here."
The three Great Supremes stiffened. Does he have a backup plan? If so, this is a battle to the death.