This time, Li Xunji's face did not merely darken—it turned as white as a sheet of paper. His eyes stared blankly at the disciples as they came out, frightening them into looking to Wu Xiaojun for help. Wu Xiaojun nodded expressionlessly and said, "Victory and defeat are unpredictable. You may all go down for now."
"Stop!" A trace of cold malice flashed through Li Xunji's eyes. He said icily, "You weren't bought off by someone, were you?"
The five disciples immediately wore terrified expressions. After all, losing was a fact, and they had lost twice in a row. Their luck could be said to have been disastrously bad, so it was not unreasonable for Li Xunji to seize on this point to punish them. With that thought in mind, the disciples looked like lambs awaiting slaughter, resigned to their fate.
"Second Brother, there's still one match left. You don't need to be so angry. Besides, they haven't only lost—they won several matches earlier too. It's not as if you didn't see that." Li Zaoyuan could not help speaking up for them. He clearly did not want his own people causing some trouble that would be difficult to clean up.
The group of disciples sighed in relief, but Li Xunji gave a sinister smile and said, "The next match..."
"Enough. Aren't you ashamed enough already?" At that moment, Li Zhengfeng suddenly spoke. His slightly hoarse voice sounded almost exactly like his father's, and those words instantly silenced Li Xunji. Even when he saw the paper servant holding a plaque arrive in front of him, he seemed too frightened to take it.
Li Xunji gritted his teeth. He did not know what to say now. The paper servant stood there the entire time, and although the competition continued, the matches in the