Jiang Taishou’s eyes flashed with a sense of loss and heartache. But soon, he smiled and he turned around. “Grandmaster Yao, what are you waiting for? Even if you admit defeat now you will still need to swallow those three poisons. A gambling fight must be fair, right?”

Elder Xu rose up and said, “Grandmaster Yao, you were the one to propose this final challenge. Since Grandmaster Jiang has completed his side, there is no reason for you to refuse.”

This was a stark naked threat.

There were immediately murmuring sounds in the temple. Everyone looked at Grandmaster Yao with indifference.

It was almost the deadline. This surname Yao would lose without a doubt, and in this current situation, loss meant death.

If this surname Yao died and gave them a turning point to be on good terms with Jiang Taishou, that would be perfect.

“There’s one more minute.” Elder Zhou quietly said, a bit of regret in his eyes. Yao Bin could be considered a decently strong alchemy grandmaster. For him to die due to internal conflicts in the sect like this was far too great a pity. But now that things had come this far, he could only maintain his silence about it.

Time slowly passed and the temple gradually fell silent. All eyes gathered here, the imperceptible oppression in the air so thick that it almost caused...