The person who was pointed out was a Semi-Divinity realm cultivator, but at this very moment, he no longer looked like an expert of the Celestial realm. His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.
Yang Xuan turned to look at him.
Seeing Yang Xuan's gaze on him, his face turned even paler, and his body began to tremble.
All of a sudden, he turned into a streak of light and fled to the side. However, before he could take two steps, he found a person standing in front of him.
He took a closer look and saw that it was the old man standing at the center of the lake.
The old man looked at him impassively and said, "If I'm not mistaken, your name is Yu Guangyao, right?"
"Y-no, I'm not Yu Guangyao, I'm not!" Cold sweat trickled down the man's back as he trembled in fear.
The old man chuckled softly before continuing, "Yu Guangyao, you weren't such a coward when you killed the members of my Yuan Clan."
The man suddenly fell to his knees, and his face was filled with fear as he begged for mercy, "Elder, Elder Yuan, I didn't know that he was a disciple of the Yuan Clan! If I had known, I wouldn't have dared to make a move even if I had ten guts! Elder, please spare my life!"
There was great fear in his voice. However, the old man with the surname Yuan did not pay attention to him. He only extended his hand slightly and directly grabbed him.
Yu Guangyao seemed to have resisted for a moment, but in the next moment, his body fell limply to the ground, as if he had lost all of his strength.
Old man Yuan carried Yu Guangyao and arrived outside the circle Yang Xuan had drawn. He then threw Yu Guangyao onto the ground and said indifferently, "Let's bet. How many fingers do you think he has?"
Yang Xuan looked at Yu Guangyao on the ground. Yu Guangyao's fingers were unharmed, but his face was ashen, and his body was as limp as mud.
Yang Xuan retracted his gaze, but he didn't answer Elder Yuan's question. Instead, he asked casually, "How should I address you?"
"I'm Yuan Zhixia!" the old man replied.
When the old man said Yuan Zhixia's name, the pupils of the people in the distance shrank. Then, they revealed an extremely shocked expression.
The Yuan Clan!
"It's actually him!" Qing Jie's eyes were filled with shock, as if she had never thought that the person who came was Yuan Zhixia.
Luo Yi had the same expression as her. She had obviously heard of Yuan Zhixia's name, and her eyes were filled with shock.
Yuan Zhixia looked at Yang Xuan. Seeing that there was still no expression on his face, she said coldly, "Yang Xuan, tell me. How many fingers does this person have?"
Yang Xuan smiled and asked, "How many fingers do you think he has?"
Yuan Zhixia sneered and did not decline. He said directly, "I guess he has nine fingers!"
Yang Xuan's eyes began to narrow. He paused for a moment, then said indifferently, "Then, I guess he has ten fingers."
A mocking smile appeared on Yuan Zhixia's face. He said coldly, "You lost. He only has nine."
As soon as his voice fell, Yu Guangyao, who was on the ground, suddenly trembled. His eyes were filled with horror, but he couldn't make a sound.
A faint brilliance flashed, and a lot of sweat appeared on Yu Guangyao's forehead. His face was pale, as if he was enduring great pain.
Yang Xuan's eyes fell on Yu Guangyao's right hand. There, a finger had just left the palm, and blood was flowing.
"He only has nine fingers. You lost!" Yuan Zhixia said coldly.
Yang Xuan smiled, then shook his head and said to Yuan Zhixia, "The loser is you. He has ten fingers."
Yuan Zhixia was about to say something, but when he looked down, he was suddenly stunned.
He saw that the finger that had been cut off on the ground had returned to Yu Guangyao's palm. There was a faint green light shining in the place where it had been cut off. Not long after, when the green light disappeared, the finger had been reconnected, and no wound could be seen.
Yuan Zhixia's pupils shrank. He had never seen such a spectacle in his life.
A moment later, another brilliance flashed. Yu Guangyao's finger, which had just been reconnected, was cut off again and fell to the ground.
After cutting off the finger, Yuan Zhixia looked up at Yang Xuan and asked coldly, "Look again, how many fingers does he have?"
"Ten!" Yang Xuan answered straightforwardly, and his eyes began to narrow.
Yuan Zhixia looked down and saw that the finger he had cut off was once again reconnected to Yuan Guangyao's palm.
"Look again carefully! How many fingers? " Yuan Zhixia snorted coldly. The ill-fated finger left Yu Guangyao again and fell to the ground. This time, it was crushed by an unknown force and directly turned into a pile of meat paste.
"Ten!" Yang Xuan's eyes became extremely cold, and killing intent constantly flashed in his eyes.
Yuan Zhixia looked down again and found that the finger had not been reconnected. Blood was flowing out of Yu Guangyao's broken finger.
"Ha, you lost. He only has nine fingers!" Yuan Zhixia laughed.
"I said he has ten fingers, so he has ten fingers!" Yang Xuan said word by word, and his voice was as cold as ice.
Pa!
With a soft sound, the finger of another person outside the circle directly left his body and flew to Yu Guangyao's broken finger to connect it.
A green light flashed, but there was still no wound.
Only then did the person whose finger was taken away by Yang Xuan let out a loud scream.
But he only screamed half a time before he saw Yang Xuan's eyes.
He hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand. His face was full of fear, and he did not dare to make a sound.
The smile on Yuan Zhixia's face disappeared. He looked coldly at Yang Xuan. After a long while, he said, "You can't move your finger. You lost!"
Yang Xuan coldly looked back at him and said in an indifferent voice, "Being unable to move counts as a finger. The loser is you!"
Yuan Zhixia did not speak again. He just stared at Yang Xuan, and the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came.
"Yuan Zhixia, I can testify that you lost!"
Then, the Dark Night Saint, who had been standing not far away, suddenly appeared outside the circle.
Yuan Zhixia's face turned ugly. He did not turn around and only said coldly, "Dark Night, this has nothing to do with your Sacred Mountain. Mind your own business!"
"What if I insist?" A hoarse voice came from under the hood of the Dark Night Saint. It was emotionless.
Yuan Zhixia's face turned even uglier. After a long while, he said word by word, "You can try!"
This time, the Dark Night Saint ignored him. He only cupped his hands to Yang Xuan and then transmitted his voice, "Yang Xuan! I heard that you need a large amount of soul power. "
Yang Xuan looked at him and nodded slightly.
The Dark Night Saint was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "How much do you need?"
Yang Xuan said, "At least 100 Soul Suppressing Stones."
The Dark Night Saint paused for a moment and then said, "A bit too much!"
Yang Xuan did not comment.
After a moment of silence, the Dark Night Saint slowly said, "However, this is not a problem. As long as you join my Sacred Mountain, 100 Soul Suppressing Stones is not a large number."
Yang Xuan smiled and said indifferently, "I want it now!"
The Dark Night Saint suddenly raised his head, but only revealed a pale, bloodless mouth. His mouth did not open, but he spoke.
"Join my Sacred Mountain. I can give it to you now!"
Yang Xuan was silent. He did not speak!
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