Rebellious Disciple! You're Not Stepping on Him-You're Stepping on Peak Master Gao's Face!

"Ah!!"

Wang An, whose eyes had already turned bloodshot, let out a crazed roar and sprang to his feet.

Then Fang Hong dodged aside and raised his leg again.

Bang!

Wang An, looking like a madman, fell to his knees once more.

"Ah!"

He rose again.

Bang!

He knelt again!

Three rises.

Three kneelings!

If Wang An had retained even a shred of reason before, he might have been able to put up a fight against Fang Hong.

But now, having been repeatedly humiliated by Fang Hong before so many people, Wang An's fury had reached its peak. He had completely lost his reason, utterly blinded by hatred.

How could he still be a match for Fang Hong?

That was right—he was furious beyond measure, and every attack he launched grew stronger.

But what use was that if he could not hit his opponent?

Having completely lost his mind to hatred, he was not much different from a crazed beast.

Thus, he could only be trampled beneath Fang Hong's feet time and time again.

Yet Fang Hong's expression remained as calm as ever.

Today, he wanted to ruthlessly stomp on Wang An's face.

Not just his, but Gao Xin'ang's face as well!

Damn it, they actually dared to set their sights on him.

If this had not been the Sect Grand Competition, with so many people watching nearby—

Fang Hong would have killed Wang An long ago.

By now, the disciples beneath the stage were no longer as fanatical as before.

Watching Wang An, who was repeatedly beaten to his knees and trampled under Fang Hong's feet, looking utterly deranged—

Everyone wore expressions of pity. They turned their heads away, unable to bear watching any longer.

The scene was simply too savage!

And too cruel!

A dignified first True