"Of course, there is someone who can defeat me, but unfortunately, that person isn't you."
Marshall Morgan curled his lips and sneered.
"Senior Brother Dooley, Senior Brother Dooley, you must avenge me."
At this moment, the man with triangular eyes struggled to stand up and cried out mournfully. Unfortunately, one side of his face was swollen like a pig's head, blood was flowing from his mouth, and several teeth had fallen out, making him unable to speak clearly.
Senior Brother Dooley's face darkened further. Meanwhile, a few other Silver Disciples from the White Tiger Academy also walked over with unfriendly expressions, though they were all only at the Great Martial Master First Realm.
"This Marshall Morgan is as domineering as ever!"
Nearby, some disciples from other academies watched and someone spoke up.
