At a plaza in the Universe Sect, quite a crowd had gathered.
A dozen or so young men in white stood in the center of the plaza, their hands clasped behind their backs and their faces full of arrogance. They carried themselves like they were invincible, looking down on everyone around them.
At that moment, dozens of Universe Sect disciples lay on the ground, groaning in pain. Their bones and tendons were injured, and blood spilled from their mouths. Their faces were filled with shame and anger.
The other Universe Sect disciples watching were furious as well.
A young man in white with a sword strapped to his back sneered. "So these are the Universe Sect's disciples? This is the sect reputed to be on equal footing with my Lingyun Sect? What a disappointment. I never expected you to be so weak. Not one of you can put up a fight."
"I say you should hurry up and leave the Universe Sect, before you tarnish its reputation and make fools of yourselves."
At those words, the Universe Sect disciples flew into a rage.
"Jian Qingbai, don't get too full of yourself! If our true geniuses weren't away, you wouldn't be swaggering around here and throwing your weight around."
"Exactly. All you've done is beat us outer disciples. What's there to be proud of?"
"If Lv Wenhou and the others were here, you'd be nothing but a pack of mongrels—no match for them."
The Universe Sect disciples gritted their teeth.
"So what if Lv Wenhou is here? If you've got the guts, call him out and see what he can do to me."
A cold smile appeared on Jian Qingbai's lips. "This is all you're capable of. You can tell a lot from a single example; I can only imagine how