"Are you proposing a wager with me?"
Ye Xiao grasped the Ice Sword, his lips curling slightly.
"If it's a wager, the stakes seem somewhat unfair. You should be aware of how much is inside the Storage Ring I hold."
"The mere presence of Heavenly Wrath in my hand is enough to make every first-class sect wary."
"If you want me to face your strike without using the Storage Ring, your own suicide isn't sufficient."
Ye Xiao's indifferent voice spread rapidly in the silent surroundings.
Especially since Martial Artists from the ancient sects are powerful, even in a noisy environment, they could clearly hear every word Ye Xiao said.
"He's not going to use the Storage Ring?!"
A young man from one of the ancient sects exclaimed.
Having just stepped into the realm of Heavenly Venerates to battle with one, this was already difficult; not to mention, Zhao Yi had inherited Tong Li's true teachings and had already merged Thunder Trend with the Tyrant's Might.
