A Dao Integration cultivator under a thousand years old was an unparalleled genius seen perhaps once in a million years. Moreover, the elders from all the major factions surrounding Wang Teng had turned green with envy.
Their eyes were filled with admiration and greed.
Now, even if he lost the bet with Ye Buqu, Ye Buqu would still emerge completely unscathed. Not to mention that Ye Buqu himself was a Dao Integration cultivator, someone he had no way of dealing with.
The elders of the ancient factions all around would never allow it either.
The greatest force he could command was only at the Spirit Transformation realm. Dao Integration cultivators were all figures on the level of Grand Elders, utterly beyond his ability to command.
This was bad.
This world truly revered strength above all else.
Wang Teng's face was livid, and he could neither sit nor stand at ease.
"Dao Integration... Young Master Ye, you deceived me so bitterly."
Li Xian'er looked at Ye Buqu atop the arena, her face full of bitterness. Dao Integration—had she known Young Master Ye was a Dao Integration cultivator, she would not have been left with no road forward now.
Although Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain did not fear Dao Integration cultivators, it absolutely would not dare lightly provoke one.
Especially one who was under a thousand years old.
By then, Ye Buqu had stood on the arena for more than ten minutes. During that time, not a single cultivator dared step onto the stage to challenge him.
By himself, he had turned such a grand event into a smoky, chaotic mess.
It had originally been meant to invite sword cultivators from across the world to exchange blows and forge a glorious reputation.
And now? Not only had no glorious reputation been made,