From the situation here, this was a disgrace.
The fifth one to go up was a Late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple, all thinking that no matter the level now, they should let Xuantian Sect's disciple come down first. Otherwise, where would they save face?
"If you need to rest, I'll wait."
Qi Xuan smiled, "No need. Please."
This time, the two exchanged blows for quite a long time. The odds set by the betting house increased, with Qi Xuan's odds returning to three-to-one, though not many disciples from Sword Sect bet on him.
Qi Hong asked a question, limited to under fifty thousand.
Qi Hong threw down fifty thousand Spirit Stones.
The storage bag in his hand was almost full.
The competition between the two was extremely exciting, and the disciples from Sword Sect below stopped considering which sect the participant belonged to, their eyes full of admiration for the strong.
