"Is Cult Master Quinn planning to use the strategy of killing with a borrowed knife?"
Lord Sunstar glanced at Quinn Shepherd, displeased. "Cult Master Quinn may be young, but he is full of schemes. Young Master Cyrus Qi, don't fall for his tricks. If you kill the demon race, we might end up at a disadvantage."
Young Master Cyrus Qi was unconcerned. "Rest easy, Lord Sunstar. The demon race is nothing more than Heaven Court's dogs. A few dead dogs mean nothing. Quinn just wants to see my skills, and I want to see his."
Quinn Shepherd smiled. "Cyrus, your mind is much broader than Lord Sunstar's. Lord Sunstar acts humble before you, always worried and anxious—probably because your status is much higher than his. You must be from the so-called Heaven Court. Did you come here for me?"
Cyrus Qi smiled faintly. "Quinn, you're clever. You ought to be called Quinn Greenwood instead."
Quinn replied, "Guessing your purpose isn't difficult—hardly clever, not worthy of the name Greenwood. Your invitation to duel in Everpeace must have another motive."
Cyrus Qi's heart gave a jolt, but he only smiled and said nothing.
Quinn raised his head to look at Lord Sunstar. "Lord Sunstar, your mind isn't focused on fighting Butcher. If you face him like this, you'll be cut down in one stroke. Just watch and see if I'm right."
Lord Sunstar snorted. "Is Cult Master Quinn trying to shake my dao-heart?"
Quinn ignored him and looked across. He saw demon experts arriving one after another—several at Divine Bridge Realm, many at Five Luminaries Realm and Heaven-Man Realm. Clearly, his provocations had worked; they couldn't resist rushing forward.