"Dao Venerable, it looks like I'm bound to win this bet!" Luohu gazed at Hongjun, who was in a sorry state inside the formation, his face full of smugness as he burst into laughter.
If he weren't wary of Xuanxiao's formidable strength, Luohu would probably have already beaten gongs and drums in grand celebration.
Before he knew it, a full eight hundred years had passed since Luohu and Xuanxiao had made their bet.
Yet throughout these eight hundred years, Hongjun inside the formation still seemed to have no clue how to break it. Not only that, he had repeatedly fallen into life-or-death crises within the formation, leaving him in an extremely wretched state.
As for Yang Mei, his situation was relatively better.
After all, he cultivated the Space Great Dao. Leaving the Zhu Xian Sword Formation through his own abilities was not difficult for him.
But if he had to break the formation, that would be far beyond his abilities. It was undoubtedly an extremely difficult task.
Ancestral Dragon and the other two watched the situation before them with worry filling their hearts, their gazes turning in unison toward Xuanxiao.
Deep down, they truly did not want to see Luohu escape this bet unscathed and subsequently leave the Primordial Wilderness.
But this was, after all, a bet that Xuanxiao and Luohu had made long ago. They had no right to interfere at all and could only stand there anxiously, helpless to do anything.
Yet Xuanxiao showed not the slightest hint of worry. His expression was so calm that it seemed everything was under his control, and every development had unfolded exactly as he had anticipated.
"Don't rush. There are still two hundred years left. What are you panicking about?" Xuanxiao shook his head at Luohu, who was already celebrating prematurely,