"Betting on people's heads?"
The disciples and elders of Tianyi Palace were drawn to the commotion, observing either from afar or up close. They were truly many, yet Fang Xing's shouted wager struck them with hidden shock. Betting one's life as a cultivator wasn't uncommon—all for the sake of struggling for treasures—but someone who doesn't even care about his own people's lives, wagering to keep a stolen Magical Treasure or to save face, that was rather unheard of. Furthermore, calling it a life-and-death bet was essentially a one-way ticket to death.
Could you, a little monster, really be stronger than an entire sect?
