I Can Get Online!
The Wager Ritual of the Wealth-Spending Throne was binding in nature.
Normally, this binding nature was meant to increase the difficulty of the game for Senior Three-Eyed Youth and ensure the wager's fairness as much as possible... even if it was only fairness on the surface!
But now, under the restrictions of the Wager Ritual, even if Senior Three-Eyed Youth wanted to cheat his way into losing the match, there was not much room for him to maneuver.
Narrowing the scope of the questions as much as possible was already the limit of what he could do within the rules.
If Tyrant Song still lost under these circumstances... then he truly had no other options.
Looking at Tyrant Benevolence's cowardly expression, Senior Three-Eyed Youth felt utterly exhausted.
I finally wanted to genuinely lose a match. Is that so difficult?
At a time like this, don't chicken out, Tyrant Song!
Just like when you performed the Wager Ritual with me before. Don't chicken out—come at me!
You have to win!
Eyeball Butler: "..."
Vaguely, it had already sensed that its master was on the verge of exploding today.
Its master might be planning to go easy.
The Confucian Sage's Eye's attraction to its master was even greater than it had imagined.
That made sense. After all, the Confucian Sage's eyes could be said to be among the most top-tier 'demonic eyes' in the Myriad Heavens and Realms.
Moreover, unlike those naturally occurring 'demonic eyes,' the Confucian Sage's pair of eyes had been adjusted bit by bit by the Sage himself before finally evolving into their present form.
In other words, hidden within them was a kind of 'technology'—a perfect technology for increasing the power of eyeballs.
This was indeed a tremendous temptation for its master.
Senior Three-Eyed