What a vicious heart this boy had.
Almost as one, the cultivators around them all had the same thought rise in their hearts.
This fellow was truly vicious. If Ye Buqu refused, he would absolutely never leave Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain alive.
And if Ye Buqu agreed, he still would not leave Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain alive. No matter which road he took, it led to nothing but death.
What was more, Ye Buqu appeared to have no cultivation whatsoever, with nothing remarkable about him. At a glance, he looked like a mortal—or at best, someone with meager cultivation.
This was a direct death sentence for Ye Buqu. And even if word of it got out, it would not harm Wang Teng's or Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain's reputation in the slightest.
You wanted to show off? Fine, the opportunity had been given to you. If you failed to seize it, then you could not blame me.
"Of course. But this wager isn't much fun. How about this? If I take first place, not only will I take the Black Iron Heavy Sword and the essence of vegetation, you will also kneel before me in person and kowtow three times. What do you say?"
Ye Buqu held up three fingers. Seeing the earnest look on his face, Wang Teng burst into laughter. He had been angered into laughing; this guy before him had truly made him laugh from sheer rage.
"Fine, fine, fine, I accept. If you take first place, forget three times—even a hundred kowtows would be no problem."
Wang Teng laughed heartily, while Ye Buqu simply nodded.
"You said it. If you dare go back on your word, Laozi will overturn your entire Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain."
Ye Buqu spoke in an icy tone. When