The sword cultivators present were burning with rage, nearly suffocated by the humiliation.
Even the great figures of Lixin Sword House looked exceedingly displeased.
The Witch Clan experts wore cold sneers, their stance as unyielding as ever.
At their head, the lean Beast Robe Middle-Aged Man said coldly, "If you sword cultivators truly had any backbone, why did you flee to our territory to seek refuge?"
He spoke each word with deliberate emphasis. "Since you sought refuge, you must abide by the rules of refuge! If there is no compensation, then today's matter will not end here!"
The silver-robed sword cultivator clutching a Dao Sword was so furious his eyes nearly split open.
As a sword cultivator, he had never imagined that after winning a fair Great Dao Competition, he could still be humiliated and extorted like this!
"Elders, there is no need for you to intervene. This matter arose because of me, and today, I will settle it with the Dao Sword in my hand!"
The silver-robed sword cultivator suddenly stepped forward, his eyes bloodshot. "They want compensation? Fine. If they have the guts, they can take my life!"
Clang!
He raised his Dao Sword, killing intent surging like boiling waves.
Yet this did not frighten the Witch Clan experts. Instead, it made them burst into laughter.
The Beast Robe Middle-Aged Man at the lead said coldly, "Your life is worthless. What we want is compensation. Do you understand what compensation is?"
In the distance, Wen Feng and Fei Qiu, who had been watching with cold eyes all along, looked grim and could no longer endure it.
Su Yi suddenly stopped them. "Do not interfere. Keep watching."
Wen Feng and Fei Qiu were taken aback. They exchanged glances and ultimately fell silent.
In the field, the silver-robed sword cultivator