"Fourteen Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones!"
"What a lavish prize! Who would have thought the reselection of the Seven Great Sects hid such a secret?"
For a single ordinary Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, Soul Masters would spare no expense. Some factions would even launch a long, drawn-out war.
So when Xia Mu heard the news about the reselection of the Seven Great Sects, even he was secretly shocked.
The rewards for the winners were far too generous.
"Cult Leader!"
"Should we...?"
Ghost Leopard Douluo immediately stepped forward. Eager to get involved, he was already considering swooping in to snatch a share.
"Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones may be rare, but truly great powers have no shortage of them."
"To put it plainly!"
"Resetting the order of the Seven Great Sects is really one enormous wager. The winner takes all!"
"And the losers eat dust!"
"For the greatest powers on Douluo Continent, a single Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone is something they can afford to put up. The real prize is the cultivation resources!"
"Everything else is just a little extra!"
Xia Mu waved a hand. The Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones that ordinary people considered priceless were nothing remarkable in his eyes.
"The reselection of the Seven Great Sects is nearly upon us!"
"What do you all intend to do?"
Xia Mu might not have cared about those few Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones, but that did not stop his subordinates from harboring ideas of their own.
"Cult Leader!"
"I'd like to give it a try!"
Demon Bear Douluo was straightforward by nature and always spoke his mind. Clearly, he wanted a hand in it too.
"Oh, Demon Bear!"
"Who else wants to go?"
Xia Mu looked at the people below him. At his words, they all stirred with