"What do you mean by" a warrior can be killed but not humiliated "? He's just a piece of trash. I told him to kneel down and admit defeat, but he still wanted to fight. With this little combat strength, he's simply asking to be humiliated."
Duanmu yunchong looked at the Vermillion Bird Hall's side and sneered.
"Damn it!"
"Damn it, I'm so angry."
The Vermillion Bird Hall disciples, including pang Shi, Hua Chi, and Feng Wu, were all flushed with anger.
At the very top of the stands, the sect leader of the mystical sword sect was expressionless, as if none of this could stir his emotions.
In The White Tiger Hall's area, The White Tiger Hall's headmaster stroked his beard and smiled.
The head of the Vermillion Bird Hall frowned.
On the fighting ring, Duanmu yunchong curled his lips in disdain. He walked toward Liu Hui and stepped on his body. He looked down at him and sneered,"Now, are we still going to fight?"
