The conditions—"a series of one-on-one matches with no breaks, and if you lose even once, Lingxiao Pavilion will disband"—were far too favorable. The Thunderclap Pavilion disciples were overjoyed. They weren't worried that Ling Tian was deliberately trying to trick them. First, Ling Tian had sworn a soul oath, which proved his sincerity. Besides, even if he went back on his promise, they had nothing to fear.
At that moment, tens of millions of cultivators were watching. If Ling Tian went back on his word, Lingxiao Pavilion would become a laughingstock.
Though the conditions were quite favorable, the Thunderclap Pavilion disciples hesitated. Their leader was the Pavilion Master Lin Lei's own grandson. He had already reached Great Perfection Integrated Body and was quite shrewd. He carefully turned Ling Tian's words over in his mind, but couldn't find a single flaw. That made him even more delighted.
After his initial excitement, he hurriedly passed the news to his grandfather. Lin Lei was overjoyed when he heard it. Though his instincts told him things wouldn't be so simple, Ling Tian had already said he wouldn't kill anyone on the arena. Knowing that Lingyun valued his word above all else, Lin Lei had no reason to doubt Ling Tian.
"Big Brother, this is a heaven-sent opportunity! How could someone as steady as Lingyun raise such an arrogant son?" Lin Ting was so excited he could barely contain himself. His tone was full of disdain. "He must have gotten carried away by his early success and forgotten how vast the sky is. He doesn't realize our Thunderclap Pavilion alone has hundreds, even thousands, of Body Integration Realm disciples. A series of matches? Hmph! We'll wear him to death!"
"Hahaha, exactly! He thinks he can beat dozens of disciples like Ming'er." Lin Lei laughed uproariously as