"What's going on here?"
"What just happened?"
Three-Eyed Tiger was spitting blood and feeling puzzled.
Brother Cheng, although unsure of the situation himself, couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What are you up to? Weren't you supposed to show off? Why spit a couple of pounds of blood first as a formality?"
"If things aren't working out, why don't I just take over?"
Yan Yi and Fan Lei Daoist Venerable on the side couldn't find it amusing.
Three-Eyed Tiger, a proper Supreme, got hurt before the fight even started; it's simply too bizarre.
They both stared intently at the token held by the elder.
"It's because of that strange secret treasure."
"That secret treasure just flashed once!"
Hearing this, the elder opposite became complacent, laughing heartily.
"You're all new here, aren't you?"
"Hahaha, this old man loves dealing with you clueless turtles."
"I get to score some benefits every time."
