"Stop!" Just as Chu Zhaoyang wanted to fight Lu Xiaotian again, Wushan, who was watching the battle alongside Daoist Yihua, shouted to stop him with an unsightly expression.
"It seems we won't be able to keep fighting. This round will be considered Xiaochu's defeat, and I will gladly accept the ten million low-grade immortal crystals. If Xiaochu wants to spar again later, whenever he has ten million low-grade immortal crystals ready, he is welcome to come find me at any time. If he wants to win it all back with interest, placing a two-million bet works too. I won this time by relying on my immortal pets, so it wasn't a win to be proud of—not a win to be proud of at all."
Lu Xiaotian's smiling expression made Chu Zhaoyang so angry he almost vomited blood again. Ten million low-grade immortal crystals—even as the son of an immortal lord, he had sold off a massive amount of treasures and even borrowed heavily from various parties within the Honghao Celestial Court using his status as an immortal lord's son to barely scrape it together. To think it was really lost just like that. Even with Chu Zhaoyang's noble status, having never had to worry about spirit stones or other cultivation resources, at this moment he only felt as though his heart was bleeding.
Seeing Chu Zhaoyang's face turn ashen with anger yet feeling completely helpless, Mu Xia couldn't help giggling from the sidelines.
While Nie Tianhou, Shentu Zhanfeng, and the others rolled their eyes, they were also wildly excited. They hadn't dared to count on Lu Xiaotian's wager, but since Lu Xiaotian had won this time, the immortal crystals they had earned through the gambling rings they set up on the side were also an extremely generous haul.
"Since you've