Now Chai Tao deeply regretted his actions. If given a choice, he would surely not have been so impulsive. After all, the momentary satisfaction was utterly meaningless.
When it came down to a real fight, he wasn't a match at all. He couldn't back out now; doing so would lead to the humiliation of the Xuandao Sect. Many people had heard his words today.
Chai Tao was trapped and shivering with anger. Unable to do anything to his opponent, he could only resent his own weakness.
However, at this moment, a heavy, forceful hand clapped him on the shoulder.
Chai Tao was startled, and as he turned to look, he saw it was Yang Chen who had patted his shoulder.
"Yang, Brother Yang ..." Chai Tao was on the verge of tears.
Yang Chen slowly said, "Brother Chai, you still need to practice new cultivation methods, and you're quite busy lately. It's inconvenient for you to compete, so why don't I take your place in this match?"
