The bets are all in the hands of the third prince.

"Vice Master of the Poison King Sect, 'Zhou An'...lost!"

"Fifty thousand high-grade immortal stones... That's fifty thousand high-grade immortal stones!"

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Eyes fell on the deputy sect master of the Poison King Sect, Zhou An, which made Zhou An's face become very ugly. He couldn't help but glared at the people of the Feilong Sect who were now overshadowed by stars.

Duan Lingtian glanced at the crowd.

Now, Duan Lingtian is no different from a 'hero' in the eyes of Feilong Sect and his group.

"Congratulations on the enshrinement of Tianling!"

"Tianling worship, you win!"

"Tianling worship, this time, you can give a big sigh of relief to our Feilong Sect!"

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One by one, the Feilong Sect elders, worshippers, and disciples looked at Duan Lingtian and said.

Even the deputy sect leader of the Feilong Sect, Huang Guangji, was smiling happily at this moment. When he looked at Zhou An again, he felt proud.

"Huh! It's just a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse, what's the point of being proud of!"

"That's right! Do you really think you can predict whether Chu Yan will win? It's ridiculous!"

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Chapter completed!