"Are you stupid?" Mr. Zhang continued to doubt.
"Yes, are you betting?"
"Okay, just bet smaller, one hundred gold."
"It's boring, a thousand gold."
"One thousand gold?" Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment. How dare he play so big?
"What's wrong? Don't you dare? Then tell your son to admit defeat." Mr. Chen San showed disdain.
"A thousand gold is one thousand gold. If you want to scare me, there is no way!"
Mr. Zhang felt that Mr. Chen was fooling him and that he had done such a thing before, so he decided to bet.
"Quick up as a swear!"
"Quick up as a swear!"
The two third masters clapped their high-highs, and once they clapped their high-highs, it was equivalent to making a contract for heaven, and cultivators generally would not breach the contract.
Just after the high-five, even the applause seemed to have not even landed. A sudden change occurred in the field, and only the sound of wind and thunder and the sound of items being destroyed were heard.
Mr. Zhang looked over and saw that Chen Taixuan was standing on the broken arena in the field, while his son was already lying in the broken remains of the arena, as if he was injured.
What just happened?
Why did I not watch it for a while?
It’s impossible that my son was instantly killed by the other party, how is this possible?
Even when Chen Taixuan was in his heyday, he was only a little better than my son. It would be impossible to kill him in one move.
What the hell is going on?
Mr. Zhang looked at the person beside him and the response he received was-
You ask me, I also want to ask. The scene just now was too fast, I need to digest it a little, I need to ask others to determine if it is the same as what I see. Only in this way can I answer your question.
Chapter completed!