"What!?" Liu Budong's expression darkened. He glared at Xiao Qianjian, then looked around at the disciples, as well as the fellow senior and junior disciples who had gradually joined them.
"Do I have to repeat myself? Senior Brother Old Monster, the loser between the two of us will cripple his own cultivation—not those two youngsters." Xiao Qianjian's expression turned serious. He also raised his voice as much as possible so everyone would hear.
"This will affect the strength of our sect. Is a wager like this something that should come from the mouth of the sect master?" Liu Budong gritted his teeth. There was no problem with competing in magic arts, and the disciples could accept any condition. But dragging him into it and making him choose to cripple his own cultivation made his heart hang in uncertainty. After all, for someone who disliked entrusting his life to others, this was as terrifying as Russian roulette.
"Heh heh, what's the big deal? From the day I took the sect master's seat, you've known that I'm eccentric in temperament and bizarre in conduct. Haven't I repeatedly crossed the boundaries of your Enforcement Division, too? We've wagered so many times, and every time we determined a winner and loser. Every loser also paid until he was stripped bare. Could it be that Senior Brother suddenly doesn't dare to play fair this time?" Xiao Qianjian sneered.
I listened to them from the side and felt as though I had stumbled into some formidable dispute. "Senior Brother Old Monster" was hardly an affectionate form of address—it held an intense murderous intent.
"You think your disciple can defeat mine?" Liu Budong's face was frighteningly grim. He accepted wagers in his daily life, but this time he did not dare to take the bet. He knew