"So damn arrogant!"
"A draw was a draw. What was the point of putting on such a show?"
"I've seen people who know how to show off, but never anyone this shameless."
"What do you mean, unfair? I want to know where he got the nerve to say that."
"Does he really think that a draw means he can beat a Saint?"
"If you ask me, the Junior Mentor was probably holding back earlier. Otherwise, how could this kid have lasted until now?"
"Good point. He's a mentor, after all. It wouldn't make sense for him to go all out against a student at the Peak Ancestor God level."
"Exactly. That must be it!"
The Junior Mentor paid no attention to what the people outside were saying, but the way he looked at Chen Changan had changed.
He had a good temper, but that didn't mean he had no temper at all.
With everyone watching, Chen Changan wasn't giving him the slightest bit of face.
Unfair?
An Ancestor God had actually said the word "unfair"?
Wasn't that plainly saying he didn't think much of him?
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Good. Very good."
"I'd really like to see how you're going to make this unfair for me."
"Go ahead, kid. Let's see if you're worthy of saying those three words." The Junior Mentor sneered.
Although Chen Changan knew he'd only said what he truly thought, it hadn't been pleasant to hear.
Ever since arriving in the Sacred Domain—and especially after using the Red Dust Sword earlier—Chen Changan had clearly sensed that the sword's power had grown even stronger.
Even now, Chen Changan still didn't know what level of existence the Red Dust Sword was. The sword had never told him, either.
But, after all, the Red Dust Sword was just an