Gu Rong: A disciple harboring divided loyalties like this would be expelled from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Tang Huang: What a joke! So another sect can reap the benefits?
Gu Rong: Oh, right. Their meridians would have to be crippled too.
Tang San: What? I haven't done anything, and you want to cripple my meridians?
Tang Huang: Don't misunderstand, Little San. That is the punishment for those who betray the sect. As long as your heart remains with the sect, you have nothing to worry about.
Gu Rong: Oh, is that so? Then if this old man remembers correctly, Tang Hao was expelled from the sect back then because he hammered the Previous Pope to death, wasn't he? Why weren't his meridians crippled?
Tang Huang: Old bastard! You really know how to bring up the one thing nobody wants mentioned! Stop trying to drive a wedge between us!
Gu Rong: Well, well! You junior have quite the nerve!
After that brief revelation.
With their resentment toward Tang San in tow, the second match officially began.
Gu Rong took the lead in surrounding Tang San, constantly shooting glances at Tang Huang—come on, old bastard, protect him.
Tang San was quite self-aware as well.
The moment he entered the arena, he proactively moved toward the Haotian Sect's side. But who knew what they were thinking? They actually ended up on the opposite side of him.
Under equal physical conditions, he had been confident that he could use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to evade their encirclement.
But.
Shao Xin, Zhao Wuji, Li Yusong, Meng Shu, Chao Tianxiang, and even Gu Rong!
All six of them fucking knew Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!
Though none of them had Tang San's level of proficiency, they knew the movement technique's patterns. With their numerical advantage,