Xu Yi had just taken out the spirit stones when three pairs of eyes lit up at once.
Zhang of Peach Blossom was especially eager, his tiny, mung-bean-sized eyes practically glowing.
To tell the truth, he had indeed hoped to squeeze some benefits out of Xu Yi. That was why he had let his two fellow disciples mock and jeer at him.
But deep down, he hadn't held out much hope. By all reason, if Xu Yi refused, he had no way to deal with him for the time being.
Among fellow disciples, one was forbidden to attack another. That was ironclad law.
As it happened, he'd rescued Xu Yi simply to show off his might. He had gone to great lengths to beg Old Demon Zhong for the chance to take part in this Strength Battle, precisely so he could use Old Demon Zhong's name to swagger around and plunder to his heart's content.
He'd already felt a rush of satisfaction after scaring off Old Demon Zhou. Now, seeing Xu Yi offer up spirit stones, he was even more pleased. Yet he put on an arrogant expression. "A mere five spirit stones? Do you think you're tossing a few coins to a beggar? Even if you gave me nothing, I wouldn't complain. But to do this is like smearing shit on my face."
He put on quite a lofty air, but in truth, five spirit stones were no small sum to him.
It was true that he was attached to Old Demon Zhong's faction and enjoyed his protection, but such protection never came easily. He had to pay his respects day in and day out, never daring to miss a day. And to secure this chance to participate in the Strength Battle, he'd had to pay through the nose.