When Qiong Lie and the others heard Yu Chi Mo agree that the cultivators from Ling Tian's North Profound side could appear more than once, they couldn't help but praise him in their hearts. In their eyes, as long as they sent Little Sable out, he could handle almost anyone. There was no doubt they would win this wager.
At the thought, they were beside themselves with excitement, though outwardly they remained calm.
Seeing that Ling Tian was already thinking about what to do after winning before the fighting had even begun, Yu Chi Mo and the others felt nothing but contempt. They thought Ling Tian was arrogant and foolish, and their opinion of him sank even lower.
"Hey, our realm is bound to win. Hurry up and tell us what happens if we do!" Ling Tian urged them again. Before Yu Chi Mo could reply, he continued, "How about this? If we win, your realms will form an alliance with North Profound, with us as its leader. What do you say?"
Yu Chi Mo gave a cold laugh and nodded. "Fine, I agree. Brother Guan, what about you?"
In Yu Chi Mo's mind, there was no way their realms could lose to Ling Tian. Whatever terms Ling Tian proposed were therefore meaningless, so the other deputy leaders all nodded in agreement.
Seeing them accept, Ling Tian sneered inwardly, then put on a righteous expression. "Of course, I'm not an unreasonable tyrant. If you don't want to join us, that's fine too. You'll just have to trade us some things we need. How's that?"
"Fine, we agree." Huang Xiao nodded, then feigned puzzlement. "But how do we decide who wins? Each realm has to fight ten matches. What if each side wins five? And which of our realms will go