Betting finally closed

In the stands, countless Cultivator from both the Heavenly Star Alliance and the South Sea couldn't help but exchange bewildered glances.

Many people wore expressions of utter absurdity.

"Has Lu Jiu gone mad? Changing his Cultivation Method right before the Dao Discussion Convention?!"

"Now, we don't even need to fight?"

Discussions surged like a tide, expressing a range of emotions from disappointment and disdain to schadenfreude.

Yan Chi stood on the other side of the field, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "... I'll wait for you for another hour!"

A look of shame appeared on Su Bai.

He reached into his robes and pulled out a jade Jade Bottle, from which he poured out a Healing Pill of excellent quality and with a fragrant aroma.

He glanced at it with a pained expression, then swallowed it and closed his eyes again to regulate his breathing.

Another agonizing hour of waiting followed.

Outside the venue, gamblers were driven to madness by the "Half-step Nascent Soul" technique.

Seeing Su Bai in such a sorry state only fueled their madness, with voices urging them to end this quickly rising and falling.

Yan Chi's face also darkened, his patience gradually wearing thin.

Just as Su Bai had finished processing the medicinal effects of the Pill, his complexion seemed to improve slightly.

Before he even opened his eyes, and before his breathing had fully stabilized.

"Boom!!!"

Another violent and brief burst of Spiritual Power erupted from his body without warning.

Although it wasn't as horrifying as the previous episodes of spurting blood.

However, the suddenness of the sound and the intensity of the Spiritual Power disturbance were even greater than the previous two times.

Yan Chi, who was still unprepared, had several tears torn in his clothes by an invisible force.

Su Bai himself was even lifted slightly off the ground by the impact, before crashing heavily back to the ground!

Su Bai didn't have time to say "sorry" in his play.

Yan Chi finally couldn't hold back any longer. "Lu Jiu, are you going to fight or not?!"

All eyes were focused on Su Bai, whose aura was even weaker in the arena.

A Nascent Soul Cultivator from the South Sea, seemingly unable to bear it any longer, spoke up, "If it really comes to it, Fellow Daoist Lu, just admit defeat. It'll save you from ruining your cultivation foundation by forcing a fight."

"This was originally a discussion of principles; there's no need to be so fixated on it!"

Su Bai struggled and struggled to get up from the ground.

The movements were slow, and even moving seemed to be accompanied by some kind of pain.

His face was a sickly pale, and his body was slightly hunched. He raised his hand to wipe the dust off his face and took a deep breath.

He forced himself to stand up straight, his body swaying precariously.

He raised his head and looked at Yan Chi, who stood opposite him like an angry Vajra.

There was pain and weakness in those eyes.

Su Bai coughed twice more forcefully.

He spoke, his voice as faint as a whisper, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears.

With a sorrow and resolve that could move anyone not. "Fight!"

He straightened his back abruptly, as if squeezing out the last bit of strength from his body. "For the Heavenly Star Alliance and the Star Luo Pill Pavilion, I, Lu, will not admit defeat!"

"If we retreat from this battle, my mind will not be at peace!"

"Pfft--" Su Bai quietly exerted his strength again and spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood.

This scene, like a brand, was deeply imprinted in the eyes of countless Cultivator.

Many Cultivator in the Heavenly Star Alliance camp suddenly had tears in their eyes.

Some people clenched their fists so tightly that their nails dug deep into their palms.

Some people lowered their heads abruptly, unable to bear watching any longer, while some younger Disciple even turned their heads away.

Previously, there was much dissatisfaction with Su Bai's "pleading for mercy," "cowardice," and "last-minute change of plans."

Faced with this mouthful of blood brimming with indomitable will, my emotions instantly turned into heartache and awe.

At this moment, in their eyes, Vice Pavilion Master Lu Jiu...

He was no longer the mysterious and powerful Golden Core prodigy, but someone who risked his life for honor.

A powerful warrior who will fight to the very end, even if it means burning everything!

Even within the South Sea camp, many Cultivator initially held a disdainful attitude...

At this moment, a look of emotion unconsciously appeared on his face.

Several South Sea Nascent Soul Old Ancestor from the South China Sea present, despite their opposing stances, couldn't help but let out a barely perceptible sigh of regret upon seeing this scene.

Such perseverance and such fighting spirit, even in the end, still make one a worthy and admirable strongman.

As they grow stronger in the future, their Dao Heart will surely be extraordinary...

Everyone was filled with emotion.

At the very front of the main grandstand sits the Heavenly Law Ancestor.

Even this Nascent Soul Old Ancestor, with thousands of years of rich experience.

Looking at the figure coughing up blood in the arena, their expressions couldn't help but reveal a somewhat strange look.

Yan Chi stared intently at Su Bai.

Seeing the other person's miserable state and listening to their earnest words.

Yan Chi's lips twitched violently.

He took a deep breath, and spoke, his voice losing some of its arrogance, becoming very serious. "Is it worth it?"

"This Dao Discussion Convention is nothing more than a friendly competition, not a life-or-death battle. Why must you do this, fellow Daoist?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the glaring bloodstains on Su Bai's chest.

"If you force yourself to continue, your foundation will be damaged, and your Dao Path will be severed. It will take a hundred years of quiet recuperation to recover. Is it wise to sacrifice a hundred years of spiritual practice for a moment of anger?"

"Lu Jiu, this is your last chance... You must admit defeat and step down now!"

At this moment, all the Divine Sense in the entire arena were focused on Su Bai Su Bai, awaiting his response.

Su Bai's reply was brief, "Thank you for your kindness, Fellow Yan Chi, no need for further words." His faint, injured breath was barely perceptible to everyone present...

Even the Heavenly Law Ancestor, who knew the inside story, could not detect any trace of forgery.

All of this is thanks to the Talent [Thousand Faces Phantom].

It was simulating the fluctuations of his own aura when he was seriously injured.

If one uses [Thousand Faces Phantom] to simulate the aura of others, there is still a possibility that Nascent Soul Cultivator could see through it.

But this aura was none other than Su Bai himself.

It is so perfect that it is indistinguishable from the real thing.

Su Bai's answer echoed throughout the entire Dao Discussion Convention.

Most people sighed in regret.

However, the market maker was about to close the betting pool, and Su Bai appeared weak and unsteady.

Naturally, this attracted the attention of the last remaining hesitant Cultivator.

He cast his Spirit Stone towards the "South Sea Yan Chi" bet.

A moment later, the fat bookmaker announced the betting odds for the match between Su Bai and Yan Chi, and closed the betting, while also revealing the terrifying odds...

At the same time, Heavenly Law informed Su Bai of the news of sealing the disk via telepathy.

At this point, Su Bai's slump vanished, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

In Yan Chi's eyes, this scene was the last gasp of a spent force, the last bit of strength it had mustered.

Yan Chi snorted coldly and casually unleashed Fire Attribute Divine Ability.

This move was also used by Na Duanceng, but when executed by Yan Chi, its power was clearly more than twice as strong...