For the Martial Ancestors, this martial competition was a matter of their reputation.
It was also a great opportunity to establish their prestige within the jianghu.
They absolutely could not afford a single mistake; they had to destroy Yiling's cultivation level and announce it to everyone of status in the jianghu.
To offend their Martial Ancestor meant a fate of death or injury.
The disciples of the Martial Ancestor with Heavenly Tier Cultivation, they knew that the sect's eldest disciple had reached that level a few years ago.
He was also their sect's next Sect Master.
Now they feared that the Martial Ancestor might send someone with Heavenly Tier cultivation to fight.
"What are you all talking about? Are you speaking ill of me?"
Lin Zhenghui, holding a towel, entered the bathing hall and saw Zixia and Yiling lying on the stone slab, their snow-white honey buttocks marked with large handprints.
It secretly delighted Lin Zhenghui's heart.
