"Ye Shaoqing, aren’t you being happy too soon? Li Wudi’s son’s performance might’ve been interesting today, but he will soon become everyone’s target! The elysian children will focus on giving him a good time and he’ll be left crippled after the Realm Wars. You should go back and pray for him!" Sikong Jiansheng rose to his feet.

"But at least we’re still better off than your Cloudmist Sword School. You won’t be participating in the Realm Wars, so you’re not even qualified to address your grievances," scoffed Ye Shaoqing.

Sikong Jiansheng’s eyes surged with sword ki. But what could he do? It was a fact that Sikong Tianchen had lost. He could shout all he wanted, but it wouldn’t change a thing.

"Very well, you’d better not come crying after the Realm Wars!"

"Alright, why are you still taunting us? You should hurry down the mountain. Let me congratulate the Cloudmist Sword School on going home early," Ye Shaoqing retorted.

"Ye Shaoqing, you and I both understand that the Realm Wars is merely a precursor for what’s about to come! You dare contradict me today, but we’ll see if you can remain...