A low murmur of discussion rose from the crowd.
Clearly, Xiao Yang's overbearing conditions were unacceptable to many of them.
They were all heaven's favored geniuses, each with their own pride and dignity.
Forcing them to abandon everything and live like cripples was even more agonizing than killing them!
Xiao Yang took all of this in, yet his face remained as calm as an ancient well.
It seemed he had long since anticipated this reaction.
Xiao Yang neither urged them nor explained himself. He simply stood there quietly, as though giving them one final chance to think.
He knew that this choice seemed difficult, but in truth, there was only one answer.
Time passed by, second after second.
The atmosphere in the valley grew unbearably oppressive.
Finally!
Zhao Wuji, the Crown Prince of the Imperial Dynasty who had been the first to kneel, gritted his teeth. A look of resolve flashed through his eyes!
He abruptly raised his head and looked at Xiao Yang, roaring hoarsely:
"I'm willing!"
"Senior! I'm willing to offer up ninety percent of my Great Dao Origin! I'm willing to give up all my fortune!"
"I beg you to remove the brand and spare my life!"
That roar shattered the deadlock!
Everyone's gaze snapped toward Zhao Wuji, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.
"Brother Zhao! Have you gone mad?!"
An imperial prince who knew him could not help crying out, "You're the Crown Prince of the Immortal Dynasty! The future emperor! If you become a cripple, how will you return and inherit the throne?!"
"That's right, Brother Zhao! Think this through!"
"Rather than live on like this, we might as well fight that old dog Eastern Emperor to the death!"
Faced with everyone's attempts to dissuade him, Zhao Wuji's face instead twisted into a smile