"Brother, Xu Taiping really... really won..."
Only when Xu Taiping in the Spirit Mirror issued his invitation to the cultivators of the world did Mu Yuchen, who had sat stunned in Guangling Pavilion's study for a long time, finally murmur.
"He won!"
Mu Yun nodded emphatically, his eyes blazing.
Xu Taiping's saber strike just now had shaken him considerably, so much so that he still had not calmed down.
"Eldest Senior Brother, just what kind of Blade Domain power did Eldest Brother Taiping use in that strike that killed the Headless Ghost?"
Beside him, Ji Ye was still staring unblinkingly at the Spirit Mirror before him.
"If I'm not mistaken, that should be Mountain Spirit Power, something exceedingly rare among Martial Dao domains. It achieves similar wonders to the Daoist sects' mountain talismans, but if you bring it to the Ultimate Realm, its power far surpasses theirs."
Mu Yun murmured.
At those words, the corners of Ji Ye's mouth twitched several times.
As a spell cultivator proficient in all manner of spells, he knew very well the weight carried by the words "its power far surpasses mountain talismans."
"Eldest Senior Brother, whether the pavilion master agrees or not, I must go to the Mysterious Wasteland Tower this time!"
An exceedingly rare look of stubbornness appeared in the normally easygoing Ji Ye's eyes.
Mu Yun knew that Xu Taiping's rate of progress had struck a chord in Ji Ye. He reached out and patted Ji Ye's shoulder, then nodded. "I'll definitely convince the pavilion master to let us both go!"
"What about me?" Hearing Mu Yun mention only the two of them, Mu Yuchen immediately grew anxious.
"It's too dangerous. You..."
"A wager lost must be honored. Xu Taiping, since you were able to slay two Ghost Kings alone, our Eight