Inside a secret chamber of the Battle Arena, Gong Mao paced back and forth, sweat streaming down his forehead. He kept wiping it away, yet it never seemed to end.
Even his loose robes had been soaked, dried, then soaked again.
As a Dao Union cultivator, he rarely lost his composure so badly.
But this time, the stakes he had played were truly enormous—an Merging Dao fighting a Dao Union cultivator, and a death match at that. Never mind how spectacular it would be; that gimmick alone was enough to draw countless gamblers like moths to a flame. Ninety-nine percent of them believed this was a chance to pick up Dao Fish for free, so naturally none wished to miss it.
He had possessed the foresight to decide that every viewing area in the Battle Arena would be opened. Aside from the spectators in the Emperor Venerable Arena, who could watch this death match directly, all other viewing areas would simultaneously display projections of the battle.
It could be said that the Battle Arena had only one fight today: the death match between Nameless Guest and Spiritual Eye.
As a result, every spectator gathered within the Battle Arena had only this death match to bet on.
Even after spending so many years in the Battle Arena, Gong Mao's heart still pounded at the sight of the ever-rising wagers. If this went wrong, even ten thousand deaths would not absolve him of blame.
"My lord." A subordinate cultivator hurried to his side, his expression grave. "The situation is not good. More and more people are betting on Spiritual Eye. Should we temporarily close the betting pool?"
"We cannot close it!" Though Gong Mao was frantic with worry, he retained his reason. Since the Battle Arena had opened its doors, there had