At last, Ju Mang broke the silence and said evenly:
"Bei Ming is indeed highly skilled. On top of that, he obtained many Spirit Treasures at Zixiao Palace. Qiangliang and Xizi losing to him cannot be held against them.
Since there was no explicit rule before prohibiting Essence Blood from being used as a wager, let us add one now and patch this loophole in our rules.
Let this matter end here. What do you all think?"
Zhu Jiuyin nodded lightly, his voice hoarse and deep. "That is what I think as well.
Since they lost their Essence Blood in a wager, we should not demand it back.
If we truly did that, the Wu Clan would seem unable to accept defeat, which would be even more disgraceful."
"Hehe..." Tian Wu grinned, folding his arms across his chest.
"Who would have thought that several among us Twelve Ancestor Wizards had actually suffered at Bei Ming's hands?"
Xuanming said coldly, "These top-notch Cultivators possess extraordinary cultivation, and their attainments in the laws are enough to contend with us.
Originally, we Ancestor Wizards held the advantage in our physical bodies. But ever since the lecture at Zixiao Palace, nearly every expert in the Primordial Wilderness has acquired treasures.
All kinds of Innate Spiritual Treasures possess considerable power and cannot be underestimated."
She Bi Shi snorted defiantly. "I think they are nothing special.
In the Southwest Region, I have challenged those Innate Gods and never suffered a defeat."
"Hahaha!" Ru Shou burst into laughter, slapping his thigh with a hint of mockery in his smile.
"She Bi Shi, what kind of trash is there in the southwest?
Are those rabble worthy of discussing victory or defeat with an Ancestor Wizard?
Look at little sister Xuanming. The one she fought was Ming He of