"No, I must quickly go place another bet. Betting now on Immortal Lord Bai Feng to win, I can recover as much as possible."
"Yes, I'll place a bet too."
"I, I have bet all I have. I can't place another bet!"
Each cultivator looked at Immortal Lord Qiong E on the arena, continuously retreating in defeat. In shock, they quickly ran to the ghost captain, holding the remaining Peace Command in their hands, ready to bet.
"I continue to bet, I bet Immortal Lord Bai Feng will win."
"Yes, everything I have left, I'll bet on Immortal Lord Bai Feng to win."
Just as they were about to place the Peace Command down, a force came and stopped their palms mid-air.
The ghost captain looked at them and solemnly shook his head.
The cultivators suddenly panicked.
"What does this mean?"
"Are you saying we can't bet?"
"Wasn't it possible to bet just a moment ago, how come now we can't?"
"Yeah, this is too unfair!"
