Eastern Universe, on some primitive planet.
This planet had already been occupied by numerous disciples of the Primordial Sacred Land, becoming their temporary headquarters. They had also heard about what had happened within the Universe Sect.
"What? Feng Xingyu, Zhang Haodang, and Meng Zhenshun actually lost to a disciple from some barbaric backwater? What kind of joke is this? Did that barbarian poison them and attack them from the shadows?"
"How could someone from a mere barbaric backwater, no matter how monstrous a genius, possibly be a match for disciples of our Primordial Sacred Land? Is this some joke meant to make us laugh?"
"It was no such thing. It was an open and honorable duel—one against three, at that. Yet Feng Xingyu, Zhang Haodang, and Meng Zhenshun were completely no match for that Xia Ping."
"They still lost in a one-against-three fight? Were those three raised on shit? They're nothing but trash! Choosing them as examiners was simply tarnishing the Primordial Sacred Land's name."
The many disciples of the Primordial Sacred Land were all furious, feeling that they had lost face on a grand scale.
"I told you outer disciples were unreliable. Every last one of them is half-baked, lacking mastery in their arts. Letting them roam the world only brings shame upon our Primordial Sacred Land. Well, now those three have become the laughingstock of the Eastern Universe. In the future, when disciples of our Primordial Sacred Land go out, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold our heads up."
Someone cursed loudly.
"Especially the Dark Hall—they've been racking their brains for every possible way to mock us. If they find out about this, who knows how long they'll laugh at us."
"Damn it. Feng Xingyu, Zhang Haodang, and Meng Zhenshun must be severely punished. Make them