"Damn it!"
Luo Wenxu's world spun before his eyes, overwhelmed by shock and humiliation. He could not find the strength to get up, let alone face the onlooking crowd, realizing this was the most humiliating day of his life.
He spat out another mouthful of blood, then passed out.
Shi Xiaole shook his head.
This mentality, even if paired with exceptional talent, could not cultivate greatness.
The disciples of Tianluo Sect lifted Luo Wenxu, casting a fearful glance at Shi Xiaole before hastily fleeing from the Ancient Land.
"The tenth match, begin."
The referee reverted his gaze, announcing loudly.
"I really did not expect you to be stronger than Luo Wenxu."
Tan Qingyan stared deeply at Shi Xiaole. Her sword slid out of its sheath with a smooth wave of her hand, the ripple of her Sword Qi radiating out.
Water True Intent.
