“Withdraw…” Li Hao angrily transmitted to the others. “We’ll go out and show that guy what we’ve got! This is all a scheme from that fucker!”0

The young man was enraged beyond words, but Hong Yitang and the rest looked at each other with an inward sigh. Show that Black Armor what they got? Go toe-to-toe with a Saint? Wasn’t that the biggest joke of all?0

They were no match for that august personage even if the Black Armor commanded only one tenth or one hundredth of his strength. Their speculations coincided with Li Hao’s thoughts—there must be some overall rules restricting the Black Armor’s actions. If they won this battle and became official students, they likely really would be able to leave this place.0

Hong Yitang looked at Hou Xiaochen and transmitted, “You should understand the situation as well. I don’t mind. Look after the Sword Sect a bit for me and leave the rest to fate!”0

A dark expression stole over Hou Xiaochen’s face, but he wasn’t able to respond. His opponent firmly had the upper hand.0

Hong Yitang laughed wryly. What in the blazes was this situation that they were caught in? Did...0