While the entire Zhao Clan was celebrating, the Xuanxian Ancestor who should have been high-spirited in the hearts of countless clansmen was currently being beaten until his head was covered in lumps. He had no choice but to dodge every which way, looking wretched to the extreme.
Inside the Five Elements Dongtian, The Golden Light scattered. Zhao Xuanxian's clothes were in tatters, and he kept sucking in breaths from the pain, his features twisted violently with agony.
Seeing that he truly could not win, he hurriedly threw away the broken sword in his hand and shouted in exasperation, "I'm not fighting, I'm not fighting! I admit defeat, all right?"
Before his voice had even fallen, a mass of Golden Light dropped out of thin air before him.
When the Golden Light dispersed, a young Daoist with clear brows and handsome eyes had appeared where it had been. A long golden braid hung down behind the Daoist's head, its tail falling all the way to his heels.
"Hee hee, Senior Brother still hasn't had his fill! Why is Junior Brother already stopping? Come, come, come, let's have another bout. This time, Senior Brother will give you both hands." Yuan Hong looked at his own junior brother with a cheeky grin, his eyes carrying a few traces of burning eagerness.
It had finally been able to let loose and had originally wanted to have a great battle with its junior brother. Who would have thought that its junior brother would be so unable to take a beating? After being struck only a few times, he kept shouting that he admitted defeat.
That would not do, because it still had not enjoyed itself enough!
"A man's spit is worth one or two taels of gold! If I say I'm not fighting, then I'm