In the crowd, Xu Shu, Wang Baishun, Luo Junhang, and the others stared wide-eyed in horror as Ying Ming Hao and his companions slaughtered freely across the battlefield.
Their bodies trembled involuntarily, as though an overwhelming terror had enveloped them and stripped them of all control.
Meanwhile, among the many disciples watching, a sharp gleam flashed through the eyes of several powerful cultivators.
They seemed intensely interested in the performance of Ying Ming Hao and his companions, as though they had found opponents worth challenging.
Not only that, many senior and junior sisters wore looks of admiration, clearly drawn to the formidable strength of Ying Ming Hao and his companions.
For these women who admired the strong, such a spectacle was undeniably captivating.
Many weaker disciples also gazed at Ming Hao and the others on the battlefield with longing, as though imagining themselves slaughtering enemies in every direction in the Life-and-Death Arena!
Meanwhile, Liu Ruyan, Senior Sister Ye, and the others who had just accepted Ming Hao and his companions' wagers were terrified.
They inwardly lamented their plight, afraid they would lose their entire fortunes, perhaps without even their underwear left!
Among the disciples running the betting pools, many secretly glanced toward the Elders ahead.
The Elders' faces were utterly grim, as black and glossy as the bottoms of cooking pots.
Clearly, they too were astounded by the fighting prowess of Ying Ming Hao and his companions, and then remembered how much Ming Hao and the others had wagered.
If they won, even selling themselves might not cover the payout, and refusing to pay was not an option-they had just personally guaranteed before the entire sect that they could afford it!
At that moment, twenty or thirty Elders, Protectors, and deacons hovered in midair, consumed by fury.
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