Defeating a Grandmaster Martial Artist

Upon hearing this, the smile on Wei Long's face faded somewhat. He then looked at Wei Hu and the others behind him.

"Is what this young brother said true?"

However, seeing this situation, Chen Cheng let out a scoff.

"What, are you trying to dump the blame on your subordinates now? Could it be that you, the sect leader, have nothing to do with it?"

The moment those words came out, Wei Hu and the others behind him could no longer sit still.

"Stop spouting bloody nonsense here! A man takes responsibility for his own actions. I was the one who arranged for Wei He to challenge their sect. Don't start barking and biting people at random!"

"Wei Hu, was it? You really are such a good little cat, protecting your master."

Chen Cheng said disdainfully.

Did they really think he was some inexperienced child? The Form-Intent Sect had already become a company. As the highest-ranking person in the company, leaving aside this challenge against the Eagle Claw Sect, did Wei Long really think he was blind to the Form-Intent Sect's campaign to swallow up the southern martial world?

The Form-Intent Sect's development to this day had clearly been Wei Long's deliberate doing.

At this moment, Wei Long had Wei Hu shut up. Then, cupping his fists toward Chen Cheng, he said,

"This is due to Wei's poor discipline over his subordinates. If there have been any losses, Wei will compensate for all of them."

"What a light thing to say. The Eagle Claw Sect wasn't swallowed today only because I was here. What about those sects that have already been swallowed? Are you going to let them become independent again?"

Chen Cheng said as he picked his nose.

The moment those words came out, Wei Long's face immediately darkened.