As that cultivator's words fell, the gazes of the surrounding cultivators all turned over despite themselves.
In other words, no matter how many Life Candles they had—even if they only had one—they could still wager a duel with him.
If they lost, their single Life Candle would go to him. But if they won, his six Life Candles would be handed straight to them.
No matter how they looked at it, they would not be losing out!
The problem was, the other party definitely was not a fool. Since he dared say such a thing, he had to be extremely confident.
With that appearance of his, when everyone was unable to use immortal qi, he was bound to have the advantage. One only had to look at all those legs, all those arms, and the spikes on his body to know it.
Moreover, he was probably a Saint. If he were not a Saint, he would not dare be this rampant. Not only was he a Saint, he was likely also a cultivator who practiced the Way of the Physical Body.
Besides, at present, they were still not permitted to use power that exceeded the mortal realm. In that case, the spikes on his body, as well as those arms and legs, would have an even greater advantage.
That cultivator seemed to know what everyone was worried about.
He suddenly raised his leg and kicked fiercely forward.
At once, a biting gust of wind whipped up. His kick was extremely fast; even without immortal qi, it transformed into a clear afterimage in the air.
After kicking, he looked at the surrounding cultivators and said, "Are you still worried? I don't know whether such speed and strength are allowed to be displayed outside, but here, I already tested it yesterday.
"Now,