453 Demon Core Bet 453 Demon Core Bet He scanned the group of arrogant youths whose eyes were practically ablaze and said,
“Looks like you’re not the only one itching for a fight with me.”
“But I don’t like fighting people for no good reason.”
As he spoke,
he casually pulled out five demon cores.
Every single one was at Fourth Level Core Formation.
“I figure you’re here for the demon cores too.”
“Let’s make this practical: let’s bet on them!”
“If you win, you get all five of these cores.”
“If you lose, you owe me five cores!”
Shang Shiqiu sprang to her feet, ready to accept the challenge.
But someone grabbed her arm.
“Junior Sister Shang, calm down!”
“Look at the cores in his hand first before deciding.”
Shang Shiqiu focused her gaze on the cores.
Her pupils shrank abruptly: “Fourth Level Core Formation demon cores—all five?”
She swallowed a tiny gulp of saliva.
*The defiance she felt earlier vanished entirely.*
*Until now, she had always believed that her humiliating defeat was due to carelessness, an underestimation of this person.*
*She thought a rematch would be nothing like her prior embarrassment.*
*But now, such thoughts were completely extinguished.*
The expressions of the others shifted as well, losing their earlier arrogance.
Five Fourth Level Core Formation demon cores.
Jiang Fan had casually taken them out as if they were nothing, far from being his limit.
Nobody could guarantee how many Fourth Level Core Formation demon beasts he had actually slain.
A strong cultivator capable of slaughtering Fourth Level Core Formation demon beasts so easily—
—was not someone to be trifled with.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”
Now, it was Jiang Fan’s turn to provoke them.
“Weren’t you all fired up and eager to challenge me earlier?”
“Why so quiet now?”
“Is it cowardice, or are your pockets empty of demon cores?”
The disciples of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion had always been aloof, looking down on the Nine-Sect disciples.
When had they ever been mocked so blatantly?
A female disciple, smeared in mud and blood, couldn’t hold back any longer.
“How dare you!”
Swish.
She drew five demon cores from her sleeve.
They included core levels Five, Four, and Three.
Jiang Fan nodded approvingly.
He turned his eyes toward the rest of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion disciples: “And you?”
Under Jiang Fan’s gaze, how could they bear to show weakness?
All of them puffed up their chests and reluctantly pulled out their own five cores.
Even Shang Shiqiu, the weakest among them, couldn’t resist Jiang Fan’s provocation and declared, “Fine, let’s bet!”
At the side, Jian Linyuan shook his head slightly.
“You people.”
“A few simple taunts are all it takes, and now you’re gambling away your precious demon cores.”
Leng Qingzhu had a Fifth Layer Realm cultivation.
She stood a fair chance—it was hard to say who would win.
But as for the others? Seeing Jiang Fan take out Fourth Level demon cores should have told them his strength, and yet they were still offering themselves up like lambs to the slaughter.