People turned to look at Xue Feng and Xue Wei, their faces filled with surprise and anticipation.
Xue Wei, standing on the stage, was also somewhat surprised. The corners of his mouth curved slightly.
He hadn't expected Xue Feng to appear at this critical moment.
But isn't he just seeking death?
Xue Wei sneered as he walked up to Xue Feng, leaning in close to his ear, speaking in a voice suppressed to a whisper, filled with derision, "Xue Feng, you really overestimate yourself. Do you dare to compete for the Saint Position with me? Aren't you afraid of losing face?"
Xue Wei's tone was filled with disdain and sarcasm, his eyes gleaming with mockery.
Xue Feng's expression remained unchanged as he coldly glanced at Xue Wei, not angered by his taunts.
He simply replied, "Xue Wei, the outcome is not yet determined; who will laugh last is still uncertain."
Xue Wei's mockery didn't shake Xue Feng's confidence; he remained steadfast on stage, his gaze resolute.
