HEAVENLY CULTIVATION.
blood curse contract game

Zhang Zihan was not interested. "What's in it for me?"

Jing Yiran started to explain. "If you win this game I'll give up my head and my life."

Zhang Zihan spat indifferently, after all the other party was a core disciple of the Broken Sword Sect, let alone dealing with him he would definitely not easily get his head.

"I don't care about your head."

Everyone, "...."

Zhang Zihan laughed out loud. "You'll be my errand boy for a week, and you'll also help me get back the Mutant Lightning Dagger offers like this better. Mark it as a blood curse contact if you agree."

The blood curse contract was an agreement between martial artists who used blood as collateral. If one of the parties who made the agreement broke, then they would experience death due to the blood curse contract.

Zhang Zihan smiled. "What do you want if you win?"

Hearing Zhang Zihan's offer, Jing Yiran fell silent for a few seconds because people seemed to rather die than drop her pride as a slave.

Rather than life, he was typical of people who preferred self-esteem.

Zhang Zihan asked. "You're scared, aren't you?"

Just a few seconds later Jing Yiran said indifferently. "Of course you should leave this place and stop looking for the Mutant Lightning Dagger."

Zhang Zihan immediately let out his murderous aura, the rules that Jing Yiran made unfair in his eyes.

"You're telling me to let go of an ancient heirloom?!"

The citizens close to Zhang Zihan had the most impact with the murderous aura Zhang Zihan exuded, they had difficulty breathing and their bodies turned dim. Not a few of them had already become limp falling and onto the ground.

Jing Yiran was not particularly affected, as her murderous aura was not inferior to Zhang Zihan's.

"Alright, just leave this village and never again deal with them."

Zhang Zihan pulled back his murderous aura. "What's your game?"

"Easy enough what if we play three throws?" Jing Yiran retrieved an ordinary dagger from her storage ring. "Suppose this as the Mutant Lightning Dagger, if you get two throws you win."

Zhang Zihan took the area, as he was the one who was going to do the Blood Curse Contract. Jing Yiran bit her fingertip until it bled then pressed a blood stamp onto the spell paper, Zhang Zihan did the same.

"Wait a minute, I'm gonna have to let you down but I'm not doing this game." Jing Yiran said as Zhang Zihan was already preparing for a position to attack, he then pointed towards the person covered by the crowd.

Lau Luo nodded, rather than having Chuxi do it better if she.

Lau Luo then leaped towards the crowd and landed lightly, she walked towards Zhang Zihan until some crowd opened the way. When Lau Luo was already in the middle of the area, slowly with certainty her small body was covered and drowned by the crowd of citizens who were in the front row.

Chuxi cussed at Jing Yiran, she then ran into the crowd to catch up with Lau Luo. He stopped at the ranks of the citizens, and let out a sharp piercing aura at Jing Yiran.

Jing Yiran paid no heed to Chuxi's anger at all instead she said to Lau Luo and Zhang Zihan.

Zhang Zihan surged up the black, "Did you lose your sanity Jing Yiran! You told me to fight him?!"

Not only was the boy six years old, he also looked weak and thin. In some visions, the boy in front of him was not someone who was good at martial arts.

Except the ordinary boy.

Jing Yiran started throwing her dagger. "Trust me, I have an eye for talent." He said to Lau Luo. "If you win little brother, I'll drag you as my real little brother.''

Lau Luo prepared with Jing Yiran's throw, she replied calmly. "That's not necessary."

"...."

Being one brother with Jing Yiran was the wish of many, Jing Yiran was the leading person as the core disciple of the Broken Sword Sect at Yilin Peak. He showed incredible talent, as an eight-year-old Jing Yiran had already reached the level five Dou Zhe realm practitioner. While he was currently twelve years old he was at the second level of the Dou Master realm.

Jing Yiran had only taken four years to ascend six levels of the practitioner realm, her talent was incredible when compared to any college student, she said, because the realm of a Dou Master practitioner is usually reached when one is in their twenties.

Jing Yiran was only a twelve year old child.

Jing Yiran's life had already been made sure to become a famous cultivator after adulthood, many wanted to approach her or just establish a good relationship. But Lau Luo said calmly 'That's not necessary' Jing Yiran was getting smileier and wanted to laugh bitterly.

Apart from the sect leader's granddaughter who brought the little brat, Jing Yiran trusted her eyes more that recognized talent.

Lau Luo took out her sword and she immediately pulled out of the lid. His breathing was heavy and his vision suddenly changed.

Zhang Zihan gritted his teeth upon learning that the pair of jet eyes were staring at him unfocused, he then released his sword and slashed out at Lau Luo's escape direction with several waves of slashes to block the path of the attack.

Lau Luo dodged and brushed off the wave of attacks using the sword, she moved agilely and nimbly changed the pattern of the new attack. Zhang Zihan did not stay silent, he instantly gave off more waves of attacks.

The sword that Zhang Zihan was using opened a sword could, it was a fifth level spiritual weapon that could slash through hard cliffs and cut through the bones of a cultivator like tofu. And if Lau Luo was hit by one strike of Zhang Zihan, he would have a serious injury.

Lau Luo moved to dodge Zhang Zihan's attack, but the waves kept coming in a row without a moment's pause. Lau Luo's feet had already fallen to the ground as her arm bones had already creaked withstanding dozens of attacks, however she was still a not only six-year-old boy who had yet to learn about martial arts or cultivation.

He couldn't hold on much more.

Zhang Zihan laughed out loud. "You were good enough to withstand your attacks when you were young. But you know, son, this victory has been made sure I get it!"

Lau Luo took a distance of about five meters from Zhang Zihan, she glanced at the dagger that was still hovering in the air. He immediately shot towards the dagger to retrieve it, without realizing Zhang Zihan's attack was aiming for it with three times more.

Lau Luo's arm bone increasingly shifted as she brushed aside Zhang Zihan's successive attacks, the attacks getting faster and heavier which made Lau Luo even more overwhelmed. Several waves of attacks that he could not tapis managed to give him the wounds on both legs, although the injuries were not deep enough but would have a heavy impact for the next fight.

Zhang Zihan struck the dagger in midair with a wave of his sword, the dagger twisting bounced back falling then was caught perfectly by Zhang Zihan's hand.

He smiled cunningly and sharply towards Lau Luo. "I suggest giving up, boy, one throw I get, do you want to continue the next game?"

"You want to die, yeah.."