Shangguan Tianyou was slightly out of breath. Gongsun Yun was strong enough to force him to truly begin to struggle. As he left the arena floor, he noticed the angry emotions of the North Shore disciples and frowned at Yan Xiaobao. Although his eyes flashed with contempt, his heart was filled with jealousy.
"Relying only on medicinal medicine and defenders? I can't believe we've reached the same stage! Hmph!" With that, Shangguan Tianyou sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and practiced breathing exercises. "The Chosen this time will fight... ai." On the balcony, Sect Leader Zheng Yuandong helplessly shook his head, while the Peak Lord sitting beside him laughed heartily.
The Chosen battle should be a solemn occasion, but not this time, and everyone knew that... Things were starting to become normal, but the simple inclusion of Yan Xiaobao in the mix made everything sour.
