"You have seven Treasures of Purple Light and one jade corpse. That makes eight of you in all. Each of you will take one sword strike from me. If you can still speak after that one strike, then I, Wang, will admit defeat. Who dares accept?"
Wang Yao's voice remained clear, but his temperament had changed completely. His carefree ease had turned to gloom.
"Brother Wang, do you mean that?"
The Yu Family's Great Elder cried out before anyone else.
He had long heard of Wang Yao's famed Dust Sword. He knew he was no match for Wang Yao, and even blocking one of his strikes without injury would be extremely difficult.
But after taking a strike, he was confident he could still speak.
Wang Yao said coldly, "You alone accepting the challenge isn't enough. I need all of you to accept. Otherwise, my Dust Sword won't have drunk enough blood, and it may go berserk."
The Yu Family's Great Elder snorted. "Wang, don't get carried away. I, of the Yu Family, dare to accept. Which of you Immortal Lords would fear him?"
The Yu Family's Great Elder couldn't stand those inner-sect Immortal Lords from the Eight Great Immortal Sects. They were all so precious and fussy.
They clearly wanted to kill Wang Yao and seize his treasures, yet not one of them dared to use their full strength. In the battle just now, if the Immortal Lords of the Eight Great Immortal Sects had been willing to go all out, Wang Yao might not have escaped unscathed.
Take the Yin Yang Two Lords and that Fairy Qin, for example. If they had been willing to join forces, how could Wang have gotten away so easily?
Having seen through these people's temperaments, the Yu Family's Great Elder decided to give