In an instant, the whole scene was filled with cheers on the Shangxian Sect's side, their spirit high, while the Xuandao Sect's morale plummeted.
If it were just Zhang He Fei who had lost, perhaps it wouldn't have been such a devastating blow, but with two people losing, people felt that the Xuandao Sect was destined to lose again. They had pretty much given up hope before the match even started.
"Brother Sima, it seems like the people you've chosen for your Xuandao Sect aren't very good." The cold elder from the Shangxian Sect laughed sinisterly, his taunting intentions obvious.
At such a scene, Sima Cheng couldn't help but feel helpless, but there was nothing he could do, so he stiffly replied, "Don't worry, Yang Yun, this is only the first round."
"Heh heh, I'll be looking forward to the second round then. I wonder what kind of tactics you have up your sleeve, Brother Sima." The elder named Yang Yun laughed heartily.
