Bang!
"Pfft!"
After dozens of exchanges, a loud noise erupted, followed by a figure sent flying backwards, already spurting a mouthful of fresh blood mid-air, but who else could it be than Xue Gong, the Jade Pot Sect disciple?
Sigh...
Chang Qing's eyes and hands were quick, catching Xue Gong before he could hit the ground to avoid a second injury, but feeling the latter's wilting breath, he couldn't help but let out a silent sigh.
To be honest, Chang Qing had always looked down on Xue Gong, considering his senior brother hypocritical and narrow-minded, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration.
"Tsk tsk, with such strength, daring to say you're upholding the Sect's dignity, it's truly laughable enough to make others lose their teeth!"
Atop the stone platform, Mu Xuan from the Qingshan Sect, who had just won, his gaze flickered as he spoke arrogantly, his words causing all disciples of the Jade Pot Sect to glare angrily.
