At Cui Chongshan's challenge,
Wei Pingsheng's lips twitched.
This had indeed caught him somewhat off guard.
He gave an awkward smile. "Old Ghost Cui, Zhou Lie really is a rogue cultivator."
"Bullshit!"
Cui Chongshan was practically bursting with rage.
He pointed at Zhou Lie in the square.
His beard and hair bristled as he roared, "Old Wei, who are you trying to fool? Do you really take me, Cui Chongshan, for a three-year-old?"
"A mere rogue cultivator could produce an earth-tier martial technique?"
His spittle nearly sprayed Wei Pingsheng in the face.
How precious were earth-tier martial techniques?
Even ordinary aristocratic houses of the Immortal Clan regarded them as their clans' guardian arts, never to be passed to outsiders.
How could a rogue cultivator without even a decent magical treasure have learned one?
Wei Pingsheng coughed.
"For young Zhou to reach the middle stage innate realm at his age as a rogue cultivator, he must surely be blessed with the fortune of heaven and earth."
"What is so surprising about someone so favored by heaven and earth possessing an earth-tier martial technique?"
"You... you... you..."
Cui Chongshan pointed a trembling hand at Wei Pingsheng.
For a long while, he could not get a word out.
In the square,
Zhou Lie walked toward Cui Yulong.
Looking at Cui Yulong's deathly pale face and the blood still seeping from the corner of his mouth,
he slowly extended his large, calloused hands.
"Brother Cui, thank you for the match."
His voice was steady, without a ripple.
Cui Yulong stared hard into Cui Lie's eyes.
He wanted to discern something in his gaze.
But Zhou Lie's gaze was as still as an ancient well.
He could see nothing.
A complicated look flickered in Cui Yulong's eyes.
As a prodigy of the Immortal Clan, losing