"What justice are you seeking?"
Xia Ping shot them a sidelong glance. "He wanted to spar with me, and he got beaten. Now you want justice?!"
"Beaten? Then why is Senior Brother Bian in this condition? You beat him into this state—over a hundred bones broken, and he nearly died!" A group of Lingyun Sect disciples gritted their teeth.
They had never seen a sparring match leave Bian Haifan like this. It had practically cost him his life.
Xia Ping spread his hands. "Fists and feet have no eyes, and who knew he was so fragile? One little punch and he was crippled. If I'd known he was that weak, I would've gone easier on him."
He shrugged, looking utterly innocent, as if none of it were his fault.
Hearing this, the Lingyun Sect disciples grew even angrier, smoke practically pouring from their noses. What kind of nonsense was this bastard spouting? He was clearly mocking Lingyun Sect disciples for being weak and unable to take a single blow.
Meanwhile, the Universe Sect disciples felt thoroughly refreshed. Those Lingyun Sect disciples had been unbearably arrogant just moments ago, sneering at their lack of strength and saying they had disgraced the Universe Sect. But the wheel had turned—this was karma coming full circle.
"Bastard!"
Bian Haifan's face turned green with rage as he clenched his fists. Especially with Lingyun Sect's holy maiden, Ye Mengyao, standing right here, he felt incomparably humiliated. Letting the goddess see him in such a disgraceful state filled his heart with shame.
He practically wanted to rush forward again and fight Xia Ping to the death.
"Excuses!"
A female Lingyun Sect disciple demanded, "Forget about you defeating Junior Brother Bian. But why did you kill his mount too? That's simply going too far."
"What else could I