Bab 284: Becoming an Inner Disciple

The Elder with the crimson robe looked at the hand and made a groaning sound as he suddenly took a blade out of nowhere and slashed it towards his own neck.

Zhao Luo was shocked at the turn of events while the elder with the silver robe smiled in joy just like how Zhao Luo had smiled when he had won the game against Bu Xing.

'Why is he smiling? Why did he slash his own neck?'

Zhao Luo looked at the two with widened eyes as if he was staring at two kids.

Surprisingly there was no blood coming out of the elder who had slashed the blade towards his neck instead his beard was cut off from right below his chin and fell on the hand of the other elder who then stored it.

"That was my 11111 win. Hah, now I am a win ahead of you."

The elder with the silver robe said to the other one whose beard was no more.

'Were they betting on my actions? So if i had just gone with the flow and hadn't challenged the puppet, then the other Elder would have won.'