"Now that we have the magical treasure, it's time for us to go!"
Gao Yan also sensed the killing intent emanating from Xue Wujie, but he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he spoke to Xiahou Meng and the others, and made a gesture as if he was about to leave.
"Stop!" Seeing Gao Yan take the spiritual treasure and then try to leave, Sikong Luanfeng was furious and immediately stopped him.
"Fellow Daoist, is there anything else?"
Gao Yan turned around and looked at the other person with a questioning gaze.
Sensing Gao Yan's questioning gaze, Sikong Luanfeng's anger nearly erupted. She gritted her teeth and asked, "Have you forgotten something?"
"What did you forget?"
Gao Yan feigned suspicion: "No, right? Why don't you remind me?"
"Let's fight another match!"
Sikong Luanfeng uttered four words heavily.
"Fellow Daoist, you've got it wrong. I never agreed to fight you again. Of course, if you're willing to grant me one condition, then we can have another fight!"
Faced with such arrogant words, Sikong Luanfeng almost ground her teeth to powder: "What other conditions do you have?"
Gao Yan laughed and said, "First of all, if I win this battle, you must keep the promised high-grade spiritual treasure. Secondly, you must give me another 50 billion spirit stones!"
"You're dreaming!" Sikong Luanfeng roared. Although Zhongzhou was wealthy, 50 billion spirit stones was still a considerable sum, and she certainly couldn't come up with 50 billion!
"In that case, I won't fight!"
Gao Yan said dismissively.
"Alright, if you win, you can have 50 billion spirit stones. What if you lose?"
At this moment, Xue Wujie flashed to Sikong Luanfeng's side and said in a cold voice.
"Even if I lose, I'll still give you 50 billion, but the person who fights me can only be at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul stage. Otherwise, if you bring someone at the ninth level of the Divine Transformation stage, I might as well just admit defeat!"
"Don't worry, we will only let someone at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul stage fight you!" Xue Wujie said coldly.
"Then I can rest assured!"
Gao Yan smiled and said.
After the discussion, Xue Wujie and Sikong Luanfeng went back to discuss who should be sent to participate.
"You're insane!"
On the other side, Xiahou Meng said irritably, "Your soul-controlling ability has been exposed, so they are definitely on guard, and they will definitely go all out to retaliate against you!"
“That’s right, Junior Brother Gao, you shouldn’t have agreed to their request!” Nangong Yao also frowned.
"Your Highness, perhaps we should cancel this competition?" Qin Mi said worriedly.
“Yes, junior brother, it’s too risky. Why don’t we cancel it?” Yin Yutong added.
Clearly, no one is optimistic about Gao Yan's chances in the upcoming match.
Zhang Tianfan, who was also a Holy Son, remained silent, enjoying watching Gao Yan make a fool of himself.
"Don't worry, if I dare to agree, I'm confident!"
Gao Yan smiled confidently at the crowd. He had finally encountered such a sucker, and it would be a huge loss if he didn't get some spirit stones from them.
Otherwise, why would he bother showing off like this?
A short while later.
The people from Zhongzhou have been selected to fight.
This person is named Bai Yu. He is a true disciple of the elder of the Illusionary Spirit Sect, one of the four first-class sects in the Eastern Wilderness. His cultivation level is at the peak of the ninth level of the Nascent Soul stage.
The cultivation techniques of the Illusionary Spirit Sect focus on the cultivation of the soul, therefore, relatively speaking, their souls are stronger than those of cultivators of the same level.
In addition to this.
The spells and supernatural powers they practiced also focused more on illusion.
"Gao Yan of the Nine Saints Sect, come up and fight!"
Bai Yu confidently stepped onto the arena and challenged Gao Yan to a duel. How could he not be confident? His own holy son had lent him his Illusion Moon Pearl, which could not only protect his soul but also significantly enhance his spells and supernatural abilities.
Moreover, his own strength is not bad either; ordinary Nascent Soul Stage 1 cultivators are no match for him.
Furthermore, Xue Wujie stated that if he defeats Gao Yan, he can take 10 billion of the 50 billion spirit stones.
Therefore, at this moment, he was actually quite impatient.
Gao Yan swayed and landed on the arena.
Immediately afterwards, the formation surrounding the arena also rose up.
"Holy Son Gao Yan, please!"
Bai Yu said casually, and then, with a thought, he conjured up nine identical figures.
The main body and nine figures quickly moved to different positions, and then ten Bai Yu appeared on the arena, surrounding Gao Yan.
"Nangong Yao, can you tell the real from the fake among these ten people?"
Looking at the nine extra Bai Yus below the stage, Xiahou Meng frowned and asked.
Nangong Yao shook her head: "The opponent's illusionary abilities are extremely sophisticated; I can't discern them!"
"Then even Gao Yan won't be able to tell the difference. This is terrible!"
"Holy Son Gao Yan, can you tell which one is the real me?"
On the arena, ten Bai Yus spoke provocatively.
"Why should I distinguish which is real and which is fake? Just wipe them all out!" Gao Yan said calmly, showing no panic whatsoever.
"Arrogant!" The ten Bai Yus sneered, "I'd like to see how you're going to wipe out ten of me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all ten Bai Yus attacked at the same time!
These ten Bai Yus used various techniques, including magic, supernatural powers, and magical artifacts.
Under such circumstances, it seemed to everyone that Gao Yan was in grave danger.
However, at this time...
Gao Yan calmly summoned a small shield. The shield emitted golden light and quickly split into white parts, which then merged together to protect Gao Yan's entire body.
"Boom boom boom!"
A barrage of fierce attacks landed on the protective shield formed by the golden light, but failed to shake it.
"A mid-grade spiritual treasure!"
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