Sparring Ring…
Both disciples were initially pretty evenly matched up in terms of disposition. But the way Zong Hentian looked now, Feng Xiaoling’s demeanor completely and utterly crushed Zong Hentian like an ant.
"I’ve heard of your name back at Jiuxiao Sect. You’re one of the strongest geniuses of this generation’s disciples for Glory Sect." Feng Xiaoling praised Zong Hentian. But another way to take it could be, ‘Hearing about you is nothing compared to meeting you here right now. What a disappointment! You’re not worthy of being coined as the equivalent of me back in Jiuxiao Sect.’
Feng Xiaoling was suave as he fanned himself gently, entirely disregarding Zong Hentian’s presence. Those high and mighty eyes of his let out a hint of disdain.
Zong Hentian wanted to rebut him badly, but he did not dare to open his mouth with this ongoing pain. He was afraid that he might pass out any moment if he did not focus on keeping awake.
