At the Saint Temple.
Zhao Tianyin, who had somehow managed to survive, awakened in confusion from a near-death coma.
An excruciating stabbing pain spread from his chest all over his body, making him quickly regain consciousness. His eyes opened wide abruptly and he screamed, "I did not lose!"
Pow!
A heavy palm slapped his cheek and a cold voice filled his ears. "You're awake?"
Zhao Tianyin stared at the man before him and sobered up immediately. "Temple Master!"
The Temple Master's face had an icy, dreary look. "Humph! Do you still have any regard left for me?"
"You didn't listen to me in the arena, and you used the forbidden technique twice. Didn't you know that the Saint Lady Temple Mistress and the Wang Clan Master could become suspicious? And did you know that the Sect Master could be watching at that time?!"
