“Sorry, my disciples are a bit unruly and hard to control. After all, they haven’t been part of the sect for long. Once we get back, I’ll definitely properly punish them, so don’t get angry, Xuan Master. After all, even you’ve said that when people are young, making mistakes is normal. You wouldn’t quibble with them over something like this, right?” said Ma Xingkong as he smiled at the gloomy Xuan Master. “It’s been four matches, but the Xuantian Dao Sect’s disciples are too courteous and won’t use their full power against us. One more match, and my Heaven Suppressing Magic Sect will win another business. I’m embarrassed to always win like this.”

“You haven’t won yet. Take care of saying too much and being unable to take it back, or it’ll be like you slapped your own face.” The Xuan Master had now lost his calm indifference. He was gloomy, like a gambler about to lose all his money. Although it wasn’t so extreme that his eyes turned red, he was clearly unable to maintain his calm.

“A slap in the face? Haha, I, Ma Xingkong,...