This wagered battle put Elder Ning's side at a slight disadvantage. But since it was a gamble, if they felt shortchanged, they could simply choose not to participate.
Within the plaza, Mu Guyue merely looked at the other side coldly without speaking.
After saying this, the beast-clothed young man's aura suddenly surged. He did not utter any harsh words about killing his opponent.
Neither of them was a Soul Cultivator; both were soul slaves. Even though he was doing fairly well now and possessed quite a few cultivation resources,
the beast-clothed young man knew that he would eventually die in some Spirit Battle. Even if he participated only in win-or-lose matches from now on, that would still be his ultimate fate.
The people he had killed had all wanted his life. Thus, victory and defeat, life and death—he would have to face them all. Better fight first and speak later.
Just as the beast-clothed young man's aura began to soar, Mu Guyue suddenly stomped one foot through the air.
Boom!
A burst of air exploded beneath her foot.
At the same time, she swiftly twisted sideways, whipping up a fierce gust. As her other leg bent, she hooked it backward in a sweeping kick.
The instant her leg rose, it brought with it a deep, muffled howl.
Whooo!
The force was immense and heavy, as though a thousand-pound weight had sliced through the air at high speed.
Boom!
Another dull crash erupted. Mu Guyue's long leg swept into something—a huge tiger claw that had suddenly appeared behind her.
The tiger claw had appeared with startling abruptness. Just as the beast-clothed young man finished speaking, it flashed out of thin air and slashed down at Mu Guyue's back, its five sharp digits curling inward.
Stiff black hairs stood upright on the