Daoist Wuchen covered his face and sighed, unable to help but silently mourn for Li Xiaoyao.
The top disciple of the Xuantian Sect is at the sixth level of the Yellow Millet Realm.
Apart from his master, everyone in the entire Ruthless Sect was at the first level of the Yellow Millet Realm.
Li Xiaoyao's eldest disciple has the appearance of a peerless sword immortal, but in reality, he's just a weakling.
He's still a wounded weakling.
"My name is He Anzai. Please enlighten me." The chief disciple of Xuantian Sect was quite polite, bowing and cupping his hands in greeting, and said calmly.
Li Xiaoyao, with his hands behind his back, stated with an air of chivalry, "Let's do it."
Master Huayun had some appreciation for this younger generation.
The master looked extremely melancholy and couldn't help but sigh.
"Ye Tian, your senior brother did something foolish—putting on a brave face to save face for our sect. But his will is truly admirable and makes one feel deeply saddened."
As the master spoke, a tear slid down his cheek.
Ye Tian couldn't help but purse his lips and exclaimed in surprise, "Master, your tears are such an exaggeration! At most, my senior brother got a beating, but haven't you beaten him enough?"
Wuchen Daoist cried out, "What do you know! Senior Brother is holding my Qinghong Sword, worth a thousand taels of silver. That's the legacy your grandmaster left me. If he breaks it, I'll go bankrupt."
Hearing him say this, Ye Tian felt a little sad and couldn't help but say, "Master, you bastard, you can never come up with thirty taels for travel expenses, but you dare to use a sword worth a thousand taels of silver. This is not in line with the consumption level of our Ruthless Sect at all."
"What do you know? In the martial world, how can you not have a few valuable weapons?" Wuchen Daoist still hadn't recovered from his grief and said with some emotion.
"The betting is open! The odds for betting on He Anzai are 1 to 2, and the odds for betting on Li Xiaoyao are 1 to 30!" A disciple from the Xuantian Sect set up an altar and shouted loudly.
Ye Tian couldn't help but complain, "Wow! Master, look how outrageous they are! They actually set up a gambling den for this, and they even set my senior brother's odds so low. Isn't that looking down on people?"
Daoist Wuchen also looked on with deep disgust and said fiercely, "You're right! These kinds of private gambling dens are the most despicable. Especially setting your senior brother's odds at one to seven, what does that mean? Who are they looking down on!"
Ye Tian nodded in agreement, saying, "That's right, Master, people like this need to be controlled."
"If this were in our sect, I would definitely teach them a lesson. But since we're in the Xuantian Sect, we shouldn't ask too many questions. Go and reprimand them for me."
Wuchen Daoren said with righteous indignation.
"Take this money with you and place a bet for your master."
"No way, Master, you actually!"
"Keep your voice down." Daoist Wuchen coughed lightly and said, "If others hear this, I'll lose face."
Ye Tian nodded and asked, "Then Master, we must bet on my senior brother, right?"
"How is that possible!" Wuchen Daoist said anxiously.
"Give me all of this hundred taels of silver to bet on He Anzai," he added.
Ye Tian's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but complain, "Master, isn't what we're doing a bit too unfair?"
Daoist Wuchen sighed and said, "Our Wuqing Sect is not well-off, so we should forget about doing things that lose money but gain publicity. This extra profit of turning one hundred taels of silver into two hundred taels can at most be used to buy some food for your senior brother to help him recover."
Hearing him say that, Ye Tian curled his lip.
Only he knew that Li Xiaoyao was sure to win, and that his master's pressure on He Anzai would definitely result in a huge loss.
Ye Tian took out his most treasured 100 taels of silver, adding it to the 100 taels his master had given him, for a total of 200 taels. He took it to the altar and said with a smile, "Two hundred taels, betting on Li Xiaoyao!"
"Good!" The person who set up the altar gave a thumbs up; not many people have the guts to do that.
On the arena.
He Anzai's expression was serious, and he treated the matter with great care.
Li Xiaoyao looked at Master Wuchen expectantly and asked excitedly, "Master, do you have faith in me?"
Master Wuchen smiled kindly, waved his hand, and said, "Disciple, I have great confidence in you!"
"Pah!" Ye Tian spat inwardly. If he hadn't known that his master had bet on He An to win, he would have really been fooled.
Li Xiaoyao, however, was unusually excited. He shouted, "Master! Don't worry, I will definitely beat him for you!"
Wuchen Daoist's smile was somewhat stiff as he awkwardly said, "Disciple, just do your best, there's no need to push yourself too hard."
These comforting words moved Li Xiaoyao to tears, and he said loudly, "Master, don't worry, I will defeat him no matter what."
Wuchen Daoist's face gradually darkened.
The match begins!
He Anzai's sword energy filled the universe, and his incredibly sharp moves were aimed directly at Li Xiaoyao.
The sword energy was accompanied by thunder.
The Xuan Tian Sect's top disciple, with his sixth-level Yellow Millet Realm strength and unique Thunder Sword, is a force to be reckoned with.
The master said with regret, "Your senior brother is only at the first level of the Yellow Millet Realm. How can he possibly defeat this person? He will probably be covered in wounds soon."
The regret and resentment in her voice made Ye Tian feel a little sorry for her.
But looking at Master Wuchen Daoist's face, it was incredibly rosy, with the corners of his mouth turned up, and there was even a hint of... excitement, as if he was looking forward to his senior brother Li Xiaoyao being defeated.
This left Ye Tian speechless, and he couldn't help but complain, "Master, is this really okay?"
"What do you know? Your master is building up the foundation for our Ruthless Sect," said Daoist Wuchen in a serious tone.
On the arena.
The sword energy surged and reached Li Xiaoyao in an instant!
Li Xiaoyao's face was ashen, showing no fear whatsoever. With a wave of his hand, he withstood the attack.
[Ding! Obtained Xuan Tian Sect Technique: Thunder Sword (Power x2)]
Ye Tian was overjoyed; his senior brother was about to unleash his power!
A notification sounded in my mind:
[Ding! Gained 2 Battle Willpower]
[Ding! You have gained Unyielding Spirit x2]
[Ding! Your competitive spirit has doubled!]
But then they saw Li Xiaoyao looking in the direction of Wuchen Daoist, his eyes filled with a resolute determination to win!
Ye Tian was taken aback. His master's encouragement had actually ignited Li Xiaoyao's competitive spirit to an extreme.
Li Xiaoyao thrust out his sword with a tragic sense of heroism, as if a warrior were about to go forth and never return!
This sword strike is based on the Sword Spirit Technique, supplemented by lightning, and primarily uses sword energy for attack.
Li Xiaoyao's face was filled with determination! This sword strike meant either victory or death!
For Master! For the Ruthless Sect!
For the honor of his sect! He must defeat the Xuan Tian Sect's top disciple who thought himself invincible!
"Sword, come!" Li Xiaoyao roared with almost all his might, and He Anzai, the chief disciple of Xuantian Sect, flew backward dozens of meters like a kite with a broken string.
At the main peak, everyone watching the arena battle was completely silent.
a long time!
Then someone shouted, "Li Xiaoyao, the chief disciple of the Ruthless Sect, wins!"
The applause was almost thunderous, but Wuchen Daoist's face was deathly pale. He wiped away his tears with his sleeve and began to sob.
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