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At the stands occupied by Liu Senzhai.

The three Great Cultivators at Late-Stage Foundation Establishment looked decidedly grim.

The questioning and disdainful looks around them made them deeply uncomfortable.

Surrendering without a fight!

Anywhere, it was a terrible humiliation.

At last, the most advanced of the three could bear it no longer and stepped onto the viewing platform.

Nalan Feng had been enjoying a conversation with a female Golden Core Cultivator when his expression suddenly shifted.

"Fellow Daoist, one moment!"

The bewitching woman smiled faintly, apparently unbothered. "Of course. See to your sect's affairs first."

Nalan Feng acknowledged her, then waved a hand. The barrier shrouding the viewing platform dispersed.

The disciple's hesitation and confusion became plain to see.

Nalan Feng lowered his eyelids. "What is it?"

The disciple gritted his teeth. "Elder, why won't you let us fight?"

Nalan Feng did not answer directly. "You feel ashamed?"

The disciple froze, then flushed.

In the end, he nodded.

Nalan Feng gave him a smile that never reached his eyes. "Better to lose face now than go up there and get beaten half to death. That would be truly humiliating."

The Liu Senzhai disciple remained unconvinced.

He forced out, "Until we've fought, who knows where the deer will fall?"

"And if you win? Would three against one, winning through a succession of fights, bring glory to Liu Senzhai?" Nalan Feng asked.

The disciple went still.

For a moment, he had no answer.

Nalan Feng curled his lip. "Life in the sect has been too comfortable. It's left every one of you with your nose in the air, unable even to judge an enemy's true strength. Do you think Wang Yuan is so easy to deal with?"

"His Body Tempering Realm is nearly on par with someone at Foundation Establishment Great Perfection.