...
The arena was bustling with excitement.
However, the high-ranking officials who were previously chatting and laughing in the stands were now all silent.
The friendship match was over.
And so, tensions started to rise again between each other.
The Ningxue Sword was at the forefront.
His mouth was simply a provocation tool for war.
"Vice Sect Master Xiang..." Ningxue Sword said with a self-familiarity: "Still at the ninth place on the Weapon List? Why not push upwards?"
"I heard you failed in the competition for the position of Vice Sect Master No. 7? Oh dear, how could you be so reckless?"
"At least prepare before making a move!"
"Oh, Vice Sect Master Yu? What a coincidence, you're listening too? I heard you almost got taken down by Xiang Beidou? Hahaha, how could you be so careless?"
