Disciples Take Turns on Stage

The people who spoke up to warn Mu Yuyan were all scions of local Immortal Realm factions. They had previously placed bets on Earthly Realm factions hoping for a win, only to lose miserably. Seeing Mu Yuyan, a beautiful woman with nobleness, bet ten thousand top-grade spirit stones, they couldn't help but say something, hoping to forge a good relationship.

"Who said Earthly Realm factions can't win? Just now, an elite disciple from Jianmu Earthly Realm defeated an ordinary disciple from the Immortal Realm!"

"In battles between cultivators, anything is possible. No one can guarantee victory until the last moment!"

"If you want to win big, you have to take risks. In that last bet, only one person bet on Jianmu Earthly Realm, and they ended up winning big."

The bookmaker at the table stood up, worried that Mu Yuyan might change her mind after hearing others' warnings. He was about to persuade her when Li Xiong tossed the storage bag over.