Hidden Dragon

Outside the formation.

Zhao Li's face went deathly pale in an instant. The backlash from having his divine sense forcibly severed made sweetness surge into his throat.

He had lost cleanly and completely, without even the slightest room to strike back.

"Senior Brother Zhao, thanks for letting me win."

Lu Zhen stepped away from the formation's core.

He raised the Void Terminal on his wrist and gave it a shake. "The odds were one against three. Thirty thousand Spirit Crystals, or three thousand equivalent points. Sorry for the trouble, Senior Brother, but please settle it."

The entire crowd was stunned.

"He won! Big Brother Lu won!" Dantai Ming's face flushed red with excitement, and he fanned his folding fan furiously.

"Hahaha, that felt good!"

Little Thunder God leaped onto a stone pedestal beside him, pointed at Zhao Li and the group of old Inner Sect disciples, and cursed, "Damn it, this is the foundation of you seasoned Inner Sect dogs?

Weren't you all full of hot air just now? Why are you mute now?!"

He had lost points earlier and had long been holding a ball of fire in his heart.

Now that he saw Lu Zhen win so beautifully, how could he possibly hold back?

With him fanning the flames like that.

The newcomers around them also began jeering along.

"So Inner Sect senior brothers are nothing special after all."

The pent-up frustration the newcomers had endured for most of the day erupted completely at this moment.

The commotion at Thousand Mechanism Grounds had spread even before the fight began.

A grand gamble involving ten thousand Spirit Crystals was an exceptionally rare event in the Outer Sect of the Supreme Unity Mystic Sect.

The uproar at Thousand Mechanism Grounds only grew larger.

A ten-thousand-Spirit-Crystal wager was rare in the