"This..." Zhang Lingyu stared dumbfounded at Xuan Mo, who wore a teasing smile at the corner of his mouth. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. His vaunted Golden Light Spell hadn't even been unleashed before his opponent had taken him down in one move? This was way too absurd!
The crowd watching from the sidelines erupted in an uproar. They had originally thought this would be a fierce battle, but they hadn't expected such a one-sided outcome.
"Where did this guy come from? How is he so powerful?"
"Zhang Lingyu is the Old Heavenly Master's prized disciple, with unfathomably profound cultivation. He actually couldn't last even one move against him?"
"That's too exaggerated. Could he be the disciple of some reclusive old monster?"
Listening to the surrounding discussion, Zhang Lingyu's face shifted between green and white. He took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed his anger before cupping his hands toward Xuan Mo. "Fellow Daoist, your cultivation is profound. I admit my inferiority."
Xuan Mo waved his hand impatiently. "All right, all right. Don't bother with all that empty courtesy. If you can't beat me, just say so. I'm not going to laugh at you."
Hearing this, Zhang Lingyu nearly spat blood. In all his years, he had never been humiliated like this.
"Brat, don't get too cocky!" A Dragon Tiger Mountain disciple behind Zhang Lingyu couldn't hold back any longer. He jumped out and pointed at Xuan Mo's nose. "You only got lucky because you caught him off guard. What's there to be proud of after winning one move?"
"Oh? And who do you think you are?" Xuan Mo glanced sideways at the disciple, his eyes full of mockery. "What, you want to give it a try too?"
"You..." The disciple felt his scalp tingle under