"How could Master Jin have the patience to make a bet with you?"
Fang Xing utterly dismissed the words of the Heir of the Minor Immortal Realm. With a flick of his sleeve, he was ready to forcibly search out the so-called great opportunity. However, just as he took the first step, he heard a series of chilling breaths rising from below...
Inhale... exhale...
The sound was long and heavy, as if it came from the Nine Netherworlds, extremely terrifying. With each breath, they could sense a peculiar sensation, even the air around them subtly trembled, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing with the breath from below. It was as if an invisible giant hand held the endless void, sometimes clenching, sometimes releasing. Just hearing these breaths twice, the cultivators present felt a growing fear, as if even their heartbeats were starting to be controlled by this breathing sound.
"This bet... is very simple..."
