Seeing Zhao Jiuge’s cheap smile that was asking for a beating, the two Mysterious Fallen Peak disciples being pressured by Bai Qingqing were angry but didn’t dare to speak. Sweat dripped down from their foreheads.

The remaining youths looked at each other. Finally, one of them could not stand the humiliation. He was a skinny youth. He suddenly stepped out and roared, “What’s there to be afraid of?! We have so many people—even if they are strong, they only have three. We just won’t give them the chance to attack. This old man would rather be beaten to the ground than suffer this humiliation.”

“That’s right, everyone, attack!”

“These Mysterious Heaven Peak disciples are too despicable.”

“Let’s go together! Even if we are beaten, we can’t lose face for our Mysterious Fallen Peak!”

With the skinny youth leading the way, the remaining disciples of the Mysterious Fallen Peak all followed. They were filled with righteous indignation, and they no longer hesitated. Spirit force surrounded their bodies once more.

Feeling everyone being aroused by his actions, the skinny youth felt...