Wang Teng spoke blandly, his tone thick with menace. What a joke—who was he? The son of the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain's Mountain Lord, the son of a Tribulation Transcendence Heavenly Sovereign. Who dared make him kneel?
If he knelt, it would not be merely his own face that was lost, but his father's, and the face of the entire Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain.
No matter what, he absolutely would not kneel.
The moment those words fell, the entire venue went silent. The elders from the ancient factions all shook their heads slightly.
Unable to let go of even this shred of pride, he was destined to go no further in the future.
Using power to oppress others? Good, very good. Now they had hope of winning Ye Buqu over. Ye Buqu had already fallen out with the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain, so he certainly would not join them.
And that was their opportunity.
Ye Buqu was far too monstrous. If properly nurtured, he was destined to become another figure standing at the summit of the continent.
Naturally, they would not give up on someone like that.
"Kneel."
Before Ye Buqu could speak, Xu Daozi beside him fixed Wang Teng with a frosty stare and spoke coldly. At the same time, an overwhelming pressure descended, and Wang Teng was instantly forced to his knees.
"You made a wager with another. Now that you have lost, you should fulfill it."
"Start kowtowing now. Do not get up until you have done it a hundred times. I will personally explain matters to the Mountain Lord."
Hearing Xu Daozi's words, Wang Teng did not even dare raise his head. His status was indeed high, but Xu Daozi surpassed him in every respect.
Xu Daozi was the true successor personally chosen