First, a gauntlet battle. Then they would get to the main event.
"Heh, Ji Yang, you're still as despicable as ever."
The woman gave a cold laugh.
Her tone brimmed with disdain, as though she looked down on Ji Yang completely.
Hearing this, Ji Yang showed no reaction, and the expression on his face barely changed.
"If I don't achieve my goal, I swear I won't stop."
"Everyone, having come this far and attained what you have today, have you truly never done anything despicable along the way? I don't think so."
"Right now, I simply don't feel like exposing you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the corners of all four people's mouths twitched.
This old bastard who had no respect for his age.
"Despicable or not, I think Ji Yang's method has its merits."
"Use a gauntlet battle to steadily wear him down. No matter how strong he is, he will inevitably grow weary in the end."
"And as long as we seize that moment of fatigue, we can crush him in one stroke."
"Honestly, while this method is somewhat despicable, it is very practical."
In the distance, a young man with a human head and a serpent's body nodded in agreement.
Everyone present knew perfectly well what was at stake.
If the younger generation of their own sects had been absolutely certain of defeating Ye Lin, they would not still be standing here.
They would have left as soon as Ji Yang finished his first sentence.
The reason they remained was self-evident.
"Would doing this cause other factions to look down on us? Or would it harm our reputations?"
A scholarly-looking young man in a long azure robe, holding an ancient book in his hand, looked somewhat uncomfortable.
As a scholar, he cared most about his reputation.