Chapter 296: The Ticket for Twenty Mid-Grade Spirit Stones Was Simply Too Worth It!

Fight ten?!

As the words fell, an immediate uproar erupted across the field. Many demonic Cultivators changed expression, and the atmosphere fell into a brief, heavy silence until it became pin-drop quiet.

This… Isn't Qi Da being way too damn arrogant?

He just broke through to the Early Golden Core Stage, which puts him at the bottom of the barrel among the True Disciples. Even so, he actually dared to publicly challenge other True Disciples, even claiming he would challenge ten at once!

So rampant, overbearing, and unscrupulous—it was as if he had no idea how to write the word 'death'.

As expected of the natural-born demonic seed newly favored by the Sect Master. Setting everything else aside, this courage alone was breathtaking.

Which of the Holy Sect's True Disciples wasn't a Prodigy who had emerged from countless peers through rigorous selection? Every one of them possessed the ability and capital to look down upon other demons. Facing ordinary Cultivators, challenging those at a higher level was a simple matter.

What was even more Heaven-Defying was that this youth used an incredibly contemptuous attitude to provoke all the True Disciples indiscriminately. It was as if he treated all the True Disciples present as soft persimmons he could bully at will; he was truly arrogant beyond measure.

According to the sect rules, most True Disciples were in the Golden Core Realm or Nascent Soul Realm, with the Nascent Soul Realm being the majority.

Aside from the Saint and Saintess who were qualified to compete for the position of Sect Master, other True Disciples would automatically be promoted to inner sect Peak Masters or Elders of various halls after breaking through to Soul Transformation, serving as the pillars of the Holy Sect.

Among the True Disciples currently sitting in the VIP seats, there were many Nascent Soul demonic Cultivators, and even more than ten veteran True Disciples at the Nascent Soul Peak.

In the eyes of most, any one of these people picked at random could suppress this rising star with the shocking boast.

After all, they were all Prodigies. Facing opponents leading by at least one major Realm, and even actively requesting a one-versus-ten fight, it seemed like the behavior of a madman no matter how one looked at it.

Sure enough, after hearing these words, the faces of many True Disciples darkened until they looked ready to drip ink. The gazes they directed at Qi Yuan contained traces of fury and killing intent.

Many hot-tempered True Disciples stood up on the spot, sneering repeatedly as they shouted rebukes in unfriendly tones:

"A mere newcomer has no sense of seniority or respect, yet dares to speak such wild words. Who do you think you are?"

"Heh, truly arrogant to the point of absurdity. You want ten? I can tear your bones apart all by myself!"

"Don't think you're powerful just because you bullied a few trash from the Outer Sect. In my eyes, the Golden Core Realm is no different from an ant. You simply don't know the meaning of death!"

…

Facing the surrounding ridicule and mockery, Qi Yuan's expression didn't change in the slightest as he said indifferently:

"This Qi is standing right here. If you are interested, feel free to come up and offer guidance. As soon as ten spots are filled, the battle will begin immediately. At that time, all of you can come at me together; This Qi will accompany you to the end."

As he spoke, he calmly took out an ink-colored jade token from his robes and continued:

"On the Arena, life and death are determined by fate. Even if I am beaten to death by you all, This Qi will not have the slightest complaint."

"Additionally, this jade token contains one hundred thousand Sect Contribution Points. As long as you can knock This Qi down, all these contribution points will belong to you. I will never go back on my word!"

One hundred thousand contribution points?

This kid is serious!

As his voice fell, another wave of clamor erupted from the audience. The gazes fixed on that jade token were full of greed and heat.

In the Holy Sect, one hundred thousand contribution points were roughly equal to one hundred thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones.

Even for True Disciples with substantial incomes, one hundred thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones represented twenty to thirty years of monthly stipends. It was by no means a small sum.

To receive such a generous reward just by fighting a crushing match where they outnumbered the opponent… such a good deal was hard to find even if one searched with a lantern.

Thinking of this, even more True Disciples became restless, itching to rush up immediately to make a fortune and, while they were at it, teach this brat who didn't know the heights of the heavens a lesson.

Of course, at the level of a True Disciple, true hotheads were few and far between. After exchanging looks, everyone simultaneously turned toward the middle-aged demonic Cultivator in charge of the Arena.

No matter how rampant or arrogant someone was, the Shen Clan was the Dominator here, and they were the type of existence that absolutely could not be offended.

Whether they could go up and fight required the host's permission first. Otherwise, even if they won, they wouldn't be able to avoid a disaster afterward.

Even Qi Yuan looked at the middle-aged demonic Cultivator with his conflicted expression and said with a smile:

"This Qi's mind is made up. I ask Senior Martial Uncle Shen to make it convenient."

The middle-aged demonic Cultivator hesitated slightly, clearly unsure of how to handle the current situation.

He naturally wasn't concerned about Qi Yuan's life, but was weighing the potential impact of this match.

According to the rules of the Death Arena, once on the stage, it was a life-and-death struggle. These True Disciples all had ruthless methods and never held back. If 'Qi Da', a personal disciple of the Sect Master, was killed on the spot, it would be a significant trouble.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but frown and said:

"This matter has completely exceeded my authority as a manager. Please wait a moment, Martial Nephew Qi, I will ask the owners…"

As he spoke, the middle-aged demonic Cultivator was about to take out a communication talisman from his sleeve when a sinister Voice Transmission rang in his ear:

"Let him fight ten!"

Hearing the Voice Transmission, the middle-aged demonic Cultivator's expression tightened slightly. He then nodded inconspicuously and respectfully replied via Voice Transmission:

"Yes, Young Lord."

Then, changing his previous hesitant attitude, he turned to Qi Yuan beside him and said:

"Since Martial Nephew Qi insists, then it shall be as you say!"

"However, let me state the unpleasantness first: we are only providing a venue for the battle. No matter the outcome, it has nothing to do with the Shen Clan!"

"This Junior understands."

The corners of Qi Yuan's mouth curled into an arc, and he nodded in agreement with a calm face.

He had already noticed the Shen Clan's Young Lord, Shen Junting, sitting in the private room. Given that guy's hostility toward him, he would definitely instruct the Shen Clan people to agree to this fight.

After all, his current behavior looked like suicide no matter how one saw it; the opponent had absolutely no reason to stop him.

Now he only hoped that this kid Shen Junting wouldn't be able to resist jumping out as well, so he could settle everything together!

Thinking of this, a flash of coldness appeared in the depths of Qi Yuan's eyes. He then looked unscrupulously at the group of True Disciples with their various expressions and said:

"The host has agreed. Whoever wants to try, feel free to come up. Remember, there are only ten spots to challenge This Qi!"

"Hmph, seeking death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several Nascent Soul Realm demonic sect True Disciples flew onto the Arena with aggressive Auras.

Seeing people take the stage immediately invigorated the audience. Many quick-witted demonic Cultivators had even activated shadow recording talismans, preparing to record the upcoming explosive scenes.

At this moment, the same thought popped into almost everyone's mind:

Holy crap, I didn't expect to see such a once-in-a-millennium show. The ticket for twenty Mid-Grade Spirit Stones was simply too worth it!