"It seemed... Yang Chen really did win."
"How... how did he do that?!"
"He actually won?"
Many people instinctively found it hard to believe. Yet when Yang Chen truly emerged victorious, they instead did not know whether they should be happy or disappointed. After all, their original intention had been to humiliate Yang Chen after he made a fool of himself.
The only one who was truly ecstatic was Daoist Qiangong.
At that moment, Daoist Qiangong laughed heartily without the slightest restraint. "Hahahaha, good, good, good! Youngster Yang Chen, well done. I truly never expected that even this old man would misjudge you. Then again, when did we of the Profound Dao Sect become so spineless? Why must we be the losing side whenever we fight the Shangxian Sect? Who ever decreed that the geniuses of our Profound Dao Sect were bound to lose?"
No one knew when it had begun, but they themselves had already lost their confidence.
Daoist Qiangong now felt incomparably invigorated, utterly delighted. After all, nothing in this world soothed the heart more than holding one's head high and breathing freely.
Thinking of how Daoist Yufeng had initially intended to use him as a stepping stone to establish his prestige, Daoist Qiangong sneered. "Brother Yufeng, you made such a grand show of coming here to watch your disciple lose. That must not feel very pleasant, eh?"
How could Daoist Yufeng fail to know that Daoist Qiangong was taking revenge on him?
He gritted his teeth coldly. Though he wanted to fly into a rage, he did not know where to begin, and could only say, "Hurry up and bring that piece of trash back."
Zhang Fu obeyed the order and naturally did not dare disobey. He swiftly flew into the air and arrived atop the Wind