Master Li was beside himself with rage.
"He An killed Xiao Si, and now he's killed my disciple Ning Yuan. If I don't avenge them, I'm no man!" he roared inwardly.
Meng Cao patted his shoulder. "Take care, Brother Li. This isn't the time for us to act."
"Then what do we do? Just stand by and watch him keep living? I can't accept it—I can't!" Master Li's heart bled.
Of all the Martial Arts School's disciples, Ning Yuan was the one he cherished most.
It wasn't just his talent. In every other way, Ning Yuan was the disciple most to his liking. Now, Master Li could only watch helplessly as Ning Yuan was crippled.
The pain was almost impossible to suppress.
Meng Cao said coldly, "Don't worry. He's nothing but a grasshopper in autumn; he won't be hopping around much longer. We may not be able to kill him, but someone else can."
"The Meng Family?" Master Li caught on and hurriedly asked, "Was that why the Meng Family Head came to find you just now?"
Meng Cao nodded.
"If he won't board the Meng Family's boat, then he can't be allowed to live."
"Good!"
Master Li burst into laughter, drawing curious glances from those nearby.
"He crippled my disciple. I'll make him pay for this."
"And his Eldest Brother, too. Their whole family will pay in blood!"
After He An left the stage,
it wasn't long before the other matches ended.
Of the six contestants,
only He An, Meng Zhan, and Xu Taiping remained.
According to the rules, one of them would be drawn to advance straight to the final contest for the First Incense.
The other two would fight to determine the remaining finalist.
The three were called onto the stage together.
Then an official approached them,