Shen Ye looked at the innkeeper.
"Hey, I have a disciple now. How does that count?"
The innkeeper said, "He already fought a Wheel Battle himself, so he can stay here. You still have to keep fighting Wheel Battles."
Shen Ye turned and swept his gaze across the hall.
"Who's next?"
He asked.
Dead silence.
Everyone lowered their heads and stared at the dining tables, as though those greasy, filthy tabletops were the most wondrous and fascinating things in the world.
-They hadn't even seen how the Blood Fiend Demon had lost.
Usually, such bizarre situations arose because a Professional possessed a rare "Name."
A "Name" was power from the Dharma Realm that could be used at any time.
Such things were rare, but not unheard of. When faced with one, it was best to avoid a fight.
At least they needed to find out what the opponent's "Name" did before they had any chance of winning.
Suddenly, the innkeeper's expression shifted, and he spoke.
"Although you passed, your master is already on the verge of death."
Shen Ye was a little surprised.
"My master can't take a beating?"
The innkeeper snorted disdainfully. "In battles at your third and fourth levels of the Dharma Realm, killing someone above your level is indeed possible."
"But your master is at the seventh layer of the Dharma Realm. When he encounters other powerful opponents, it's extremely difficult to determine a winner."
"But in a Wheel Battle-"
"Your master can't win!"
Without even thinking, Shen Ye immediately asked:
"What do I have to do to save my master?"
Mojiahou couldn't die.
The second calamity was already this difficult. What about the third?
-The Female Spell Spirit had said that as long as one person died, it counted as successfully warding off the calamity.
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