Su Mo and Elder Feng arrived and saw the Dao Sect disciples facing off against the Black Flame Tribe members, their swords drawn and tensions taut.
"Lü Gang, Lin Huang, Tang Gu, the three of you may be fairly capable among the Dao Sect's Core Disciples, but in my eyes, you're not worth a fart!" said a rather tall young man from the Black Flame Tribe with utter disdain.
This Black Flame Tribe youth wore a purple robe. His skin was glossy black, and black flames flickered in his eyes, giving him an exceedingly terrifying air.
"That's right. Your Dao Sect has come in last in the martial competition for five consecutive editions. This time, you'll still be at the bottom!"
"Hehe, among the Seven Great Powers, the Dao Sect is nothing but a joke. You've never had a moment of glory in the martial competition!"
"What a pity. Even in this edition of the martial competition, the Dao Sect still has no monstrous genius worth mentioning!"
The other Black Flame Tribe members all spoke up, their faces filled with contempt. The Dao Sect was their rival, so naturally they would not pass up the chance to humiliate and strike at them in advance.
Although the overall strength of the Seven Great Powers did not differ much, over the past several decades, the Dao Sect's disciples had become worse with every generation.
In the previous martial competitions, only one edition had seen a Dao Sect disciple enter the top ten. In all the others, not a single person had made it into the top ten.
"Hmph! Yan Huo, anyone can boast. In my eyes, you're not worth a fart either!" Lü Gang snorted coldly, his eyes blazing with rage. These Black Flame Tribe people were simply too arrogant.
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