If not for the rivalry between the three peaks, Luo Bowen wouldn’t want to fight Zhao Jiuge. This was not only because he was shocked by that stunning performance, but also because Zhao Jiuge was like a dried-up oil lamp. Even if he won, it would be a tasteless victory.

He slowly led Chen Gang and the other seven disciples into the center of the field. Then he stopped and looked profoundly at the other two figures. His expression became serious and he clasped his hands. “Sorry about this.”

After he spoke, the aura around his body erupted and slowly increased, then a faint light appeared around him. Chen Gang and the other seven disciples did the same.

Feeling the aura spread out, Bai Qingqing’s expression changed a bit. However, it only changed slightly and she revealed no other emotion.

She stepped forward two steps and stood before Zhao...