Master Feng's eyes bulged as he growled, "You have no right to speak to me, send your institute master here and I'll leave at once... and why can't I compete for him? Perhaps Brother Sikong prefers Wind Dragon Mountain the most?"
Suddenly, Wu Ding's dark aura violently burst forth, blasting the two men away, "Stop wasting words, Brother Sikong is someone Dark Dragon Mountain wants. You can all leave now."
Master Feng erupted in rage, "Damn it, Wu Ding, are you trying to rob us outright? Don't think we can't beat you."
Following that, several old men fiercely started arguing and then took to the skies, beginning a battle midair.
Sikong Jing curled his lips, finally realizing their true purpose was to recruit him.
It seemed he couldn't persuade them, so he could only helplessly look towards Xu He and the others, instructing them, "Senior Brother Xu, after these old men finish fighting, tell them I belong to Drunk Dragon Mountain and won't be joining any other Holy Dragon Academy."
