"Hahaha, Junior Brother Ji, looks like you suffered quite a loss!" Amid a burst of laughter, a young man in black robes appeared in the arena. His hair was a wild mess; if he had a mourning staff in hand, he would look exactly like a filial son grieving at a funeral.
"Tan Xu, are you gloating over my misfortune?" Having reached the peak of his fury, Ji Xuanlin instead calmed down. Yet his clenched fists showed that his heart was nowhere near as calm as he appeared.
"Useless trash. You even let someone destroy the treasure bestowed upon you by the sect. No wonder they won't let you go out for training—trash like you will only tarnish the name of our Great Void Sect!" said the black-robed youth called Tan Xu disdainfully.
"You—" Ji Xuanlin pointed at him, his face full of rage, but he immediately regained his composure and said, "Fine, then you go!"
The two were both outstanding members of the Great Void Sect's younger generation, each ranked within the top ten. Tan Xu was just a tiny bit stronger, ranked ninth, while Ji Xuanlin was tenth. They had fought many times over their rankings, and as they belonged to different factions within the Great Void Sect, their relationship was abysmal.
Tan Xu looked at Zhou Heng but did not boast.
Though he was a little stronger than Ji Xuanlin, the difference was truly limited. Zhou Heng had seized Ji Xuanlin's treasure and forcibly destroyed it—such displayed strength had already far surpassed his own!
Perhaps only those freaks ranked in the top three could suppress Zhou Heng!
Would attacking now not simply be asking for humiliation? Was Tan Xu that stupid?
"I'm not as stupid as you!" Tan Xu shrugged, then looked at Zhou Heng and said,