Mo Yu rarely showed his support, so Mo Lei was overjoyed. Now all that remained was for Li Yang to accept the wager.
Li Yang was the son of the South Heavenly Lord, born to a noble status. He also possessed the Primordial Yang Fire Spirit Body and exceptional talent, making him an elite among the younger generation of the Immortal Realm. He was well on his way to leading an era. But after meeting Ling Tian, his world had changed. At first, he had been rather unconvinced, but after seeing Ling Tian and Fairy Meng Shang face off against their opponents, he had admitted that he was no match for them.
Remembering how he had once boasted in the Barbaric Land, he was overcome with shame. As time passed, that shame gradually turned to jealousy. He was always looking for a chance to make Ling Tian look bad, and when he heard that disciples from Lingxiao Pavilion would be taking part in the challenge, he thought he had found his opportunity.
Whether he was lucky or unlucky, he had faced Brother Wen Jian of Lingxiao Pavilion in his very first match. He had been thrilled, but only after the battle did he realize how terrifying Wen Jian was. Wen Jian had actually managed to fight him to a temporary draw. It was true that this had happened because Li Yang hadn't used the secret art of his Primordial Yang Fire Spirit Body, but it had still struck a blow to his pride.
Now, hearing Wen Jian boast that three people in Lingxiao Pavilion had defeated him, Li Yang was furious. Still, as the successor designated by Li Yan, he was steadier of mind than most. He kept glancing at Ling Tian, his expression wavering slightly.
Seeing Li Yang's hesitation,