Qi Xuan! Have you no shame?
"What! What do you want?" Qi Xuan asked incredulously, his eyes widening.
"Didn't hear me clearly? Then I'll say it again." Lin Bai said coldly, "I want one arm from every Qi Faction martial artist here who mocked the Immortal Cave Mountain Seventy-Two Sword Cultivators. I also want both arms of you, Sword Paragon Qi Xuan!"
"Did you hear me clearly this time?"
Lin Bai's words rang out with force. He looked at Qi Xuan with an unwavering gaze.
The moment those words left Lin Bai's mouth, the two hundred thousand martial artists on Martial God Mountain were utterly stunned!
"Dongfang Bai... this..."
"Holy shit!"
"The other Qi Faction martial artists would be one thing, but Dongfang Bai actually wants Qi Xuan's arms. He's a Sword Paragon—if he severed both arms in public, I'm afraid he'd have no face left to remain the Sword Paragon."
"I feel that if Dongfang Bai weren't showing consideration for the sect and didn't know that killing was forbidden within the sect, he would probably be staking his life against Qi Xuan and the Qi Faction martial artists!"
"You've got to be kidding. That's the Demon Sword we're talking about—the Demon Sword weighs more than Qi Xuan and all the Qi Faction martial artists combined. Since Sword Paragon Dongfang Bai has put the Demon Sword up as the wager, it's not excessive for Qi Xuan and the Qi Faction martial artists to wager an arm each."
More than two hundred thousand sword cultivators had now gathered on Martial God Mountain, most of them inner-sect sword cultivators. They all looked at Qi Xuan curiously, wanting to know whether he would agree.
Qi Xuan froze in place for a moment. *If I really lose and sever one of my arms in