Wu Yang’s lips curled into a sneer of disdain. “Don’t think the Crafting School is the only place with plenty of soul armaments, I have some too!”

A silver dagger popped out from his space ring as he spoke. Its blade was surrounded by a frosty air noticeable at a glance, and everyone who saw it blanched with surprise.

Bai Yunfei was no exception. “Low-heaven tier!”

“That’s right, it’s a low-heaven tier!” Wu Yang crowed, “I’ll use this to bet!”

As expected from a prince of the empire. Heaven-tier soul armaments were within his capabilities to bring out and to use even to bet without a sweat. Bai Yunfei had to admit, he was surprised just like everyone else. Even he wasn’t so cavalier to bet heaven-tier soul armaments so easily like that. 

Wu Yang was pleased by their reactions. It took him a lot of effort to acquire this particular soul armament. It...