The Bitao Sect disciples joined in, mocking them one after another.
From beginning to end, Lin Xiaotian had targeted the two True Disciples, Tie Zhan and Luo Qingxuan, seeking to suppress the Kaoshan Sect's core fighting strength.
As for the other disciples, they fixated on Wang Yuan's low cultivation, mocking and sneering at him without restraint.
In their eyes:
Tie Zhan and Luo Qingxuan still had the strength to fight and were worthy of Senior Disciple Brother's attention and challenge.
Wang Yuan alone was low in realm and shallow in experience, nothing more than a lucky fellow who had stepped in dog shit.
He was not even qualified to make Lin Xiaotian take action, only fit to be ridiculed by everyone.
Tie Zhan's fury blazed as he listened, and he immediately rose to confront them.
"You Bitao Sect people have gone too far!"
"Sit down and behave!"
At his side, Vice Sect Master Qin Xuanyue spoke in a deep voice. The steady pressure of Early-stage Organ Refining spread lightly outward, suppressing the restless disciples.
His calm gaze turned toward the arrogant and self-assured Lin Xiaotian as he said indifferently:
"In arena battles, fists and feet decide victory and defeat. Verbal sparring is the shallowest thing of all."
"If you truly have confidence, show your true skills on the stage. There is no need to humiliate others before the match."
Lin Xiaotian paid no heed to Qin Xuanyue's pressure. Still wearing an arrogant expression, he smiled faintly.
"Vice Sect Master Qin, rest assured. On the stage, I will naturally make your sect's disciples concede defeat wholeheartedly."
With that, he turned and returned to his seat, not sparing Tie Zhan or Luo Qingxuan another glance. His contemptuous bearing was plain for all to see.
Of the mocking, disdainful, and teasing gazes throughout