"What's wrong? Don't tell me you can't even produce two Eighth-Level Upper Grade Spirit Medicines?"
Yang Xiao said brazenly.
The expressions of the True Disciples below the stage, who had been hesitating, instantly changed.
'This kid is too arrogant.'
Even Elder Yun's face darkened.
'If no one from the crowd actually comes up, wouldn't that be a slap in my own face?'
'After all, he was the one who had just told the True Disciples below to challenge Yang Xiao.'
"Senior Brother Zhang, I have a Seventh-Level Upper Grade Spirit Medicine here. It's not much, but it's worth a twentieth of the wager. We can pool the rest together. Are you willing to go up and fight that scoundrel?"
Just then, among the True Disciples below who hated Yang Xiao to the bone, one disciple at the Innate Eighth Layer gritted his teeth and took out a Seventh-Level Upper Grade Spirit Medicine from his Storage Ring.
This was a reward from his master after he became a True Disciple.
