The Buddha's Son as the Wager-One Against Three!

"A bet?"

At Emperor Tathagata's words, Xiao Wuji raised an eyebrow slightly, a playful expression appearing on his face.

"What kind of bet?"

He wanted to see what this old bald monk was up to.

Emperor Tathagata glanced at Xiao Wuji, then at Xiao Yang behind him, who held a long spear and watched warily. A glint flashed in his eyes.

He spoke slowly, laying out the terms of his wager.

"If the two of us keep fighting, neither will win. We'll only end up needlessly destroying the foundations of the Western Desert."

"Since this matter started because of the younger generation, then let the younger generation settle it."

His gaze fell on Xiao Yang.

"Our Ancient Buddha Holy Land will send out our three most outstanding disciples—the current 'Buddha's Son'—to face your son in three duels."

"A gauntlet."

"If your son wins all three duels, then our Ancient Buddha Holy Land will hand over that piece of the Sword Hilt with both hands, without a word of objection! And I swear in the name of the Buddha's Head that from this day forward, we will never again make an enemy of your Supreme Dao Field!"

"But if your son loses even one of them..."

Emperor Tathagata's voice abruptly darkened, and an almost imperceptible cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Then your son must leave at once and never set foot in the Western Desert again!"

"And you, Xiao Wuji, will listen to sutras beneath the Demon Suppressing Tower of my Great Thunder Sound Temple for a thousand years, atoning for the slaughter you've wrought today!"

As soon as he said this, everyone present changed expression!

He wanted Xiao Yang, a young man who had only just entered the Quasi Emperor realm, to face the three most outstanding successors of