Bai Daoxiang's expression changed immediately. Who dared to take out their own sword and bet decisively on Chen Fei's victory? Had this person also been struck by Chen Fei's sword?
Only those who had personally experienced Chen Fei's strength could understand how extraordinary it was. His power didn't seem like that of an early-stage Aperture Tempering realm cultivator at all.
"You're late to the party. This is a small-scale operation, not meant for such high stakes," Bai Daoxiang said as he stood up and walked away.
He had just collected bets from more than a dozen people, and if Nie Zhiyang bet on Chen Fei's victory, Bai Daoxiang would suffer heavy losses.
"Don't go. Let's run the operation together!" Nie Zhiyang's voice rang in Bai Daoxiang's ears. Bai Daoxiang couldn't help but hesitate. This made him sure that Nie Zhiyang had also been beaten by Chen Fei; otherwise, he wouldn't be so resolute.
