Fu Cheng stepped out of the lounge one step at a time.
Given the previous two matches, although the Tian Ji lineage disciples had fought the Xuan Yin Sect disciples to a standstill, there had been nothing particularly worth watching.
Further down the line, the disciples of the Kaiyang and Tianquan lineages had simply been beaten into passive defense.
After battles like those.
Even the Seven Stars Sect disciples had no confidence in Fu Cheng at all.
So what if he was the eldest senior brother of the Tian Xuan lineage?
The gap between a Ninth-tier Earth Star Position cultivator and an Earth Star Position peak expert was anything but small.
Not to mention that Zhang Chong was one of Thunder Sect's three representatives.
If Han Yue, that special case, was excluded, then he was one of the two people leading the Thunder Sect.
This eldest senior brother of the Tian Xuan lineage was probably about to make a fool of himself.
As the disciples of the various lineages below the stage watched this scene, the same thought rose in all their hearts.
The difference was that some genuinely felt it was unfortunate, while quite a few were secretly delighted by his misfortune.
After all, everyone had enemies.
Fu Cheng was no exception.
If he was about to embarrass himself, even if his opponent was not a disciple of their own sect, there would still be people mocking him. It was truly impossible to know what went through those people's minds.
Faced with all those voices, Fu Cheng acted as though he had heard nothing.
No matter how the voices echoed around him, his gaze remained fixed on Zhang Chong across from him.
Zhang Chong looked to be only around twenty years old.
An extreme arrogance was plainly visible on