"Brother, what's going on?" Tang Xing looked confused, tugging at Tang Luo's sleeve and asked, "Isn't this the Longzhou Youth Martial Arts competition, but why are all the martial artists standing on the stage dressed in Martial Saint Mountain's robes? Are they disciples of Martial Saint Mountain?"
Aside from Xiao Ziyu, Cui Haoran and Li Xuanba also wore disgruntled expressions. They were unafraid of battling against the scions of noble families, but the thought of facing disciples from the Martial Saint Mountain unnerved them. After all, every martial artist in Longzhou had grown up listening to the legend of the Martial Saint. Now, they had to confront the descendants and disciples of the Saint, and understandably, their fighting spirit suffered somewhat.
