"Actually, I'm to blame. If I had won that round, we wouldn't be in this predicament." The Taoist Qingxu expressed regretfully.
"Taoist priest, you shouldn't feel that way. It's all my fault. If I were not so incompetent..." Tie Qianshan shook his head, shouldering the responsibility.
Xue Wuheng stopped Tie Qianshan, and said with a bitter smile, "You just substituted for me, Tie brother. If I weren't so useless and had not been injured earlier, I wouldn't have caused you to lose face."
Xue Wuheng felt helpless about the outcome. He never thought that the people of the Sky Wasteland's Demonic Way would be so vindictive, constantly intensifying the conflict at the arena in the Seventh District, which resulted in his injury and inability to fight.
"No, no, no. That swordsman from the Jian Sect is so strong that even many cultivators at the Spirit Realm Eightfold can't beat him. Not to mention any of us. The possibility of winning is slim." Zhao Baiyang explained.
