Zhao Hai didn't use much strength and only slapped the man off the stage. He wasn't injured. The man stood up and glared at Zhao Hai with fire in his eyes. If looks could kill, Zhao Hai would have died a hundred thousand times.
Zhao Hai looked at him and smiled, " "Thanks for letting me win." The man snorted coldly and turned to leave. However, from a distance, his voice could be heard, " &Quot; Zhao Hai, remember this. My name is Chang Le. I'll pay you back for today's humiliation one day. &Quot;
"Anytime," Zhao Hai replied with a smile. With that, Zhao Hai turned to look at the other stage and saw a cultivator standing there with a sword in his hand. Zhao Hai's sword was pointed at the myriad beasts sect cultivator's throat. It seemed that he had won this round.
Zhao Hai cupped his fists at the cultivator and nodded with a smile. The cultivator looked at the Guan Dao in Zhao Hai's hand with a playful smile.
