These disciples had been scolded by Yang Yun, their faces bruised by the humiliation, yet for a moment, they did not know what to say.
Ming Hao desperately wanted to step forward, but he knew very well that even if he voiced his desire to fight, Yang Yun would most likely never agree.
He could not accept it. He could not accept the reality before his eyes.
Why? Why had Yang Chen, a Body Integration Realm cultivator, defeated Xiao Xing, who was at the Demigod Stage?
The inner demon he had finally suppressed suddenly reared its head again. Yang Chen filled his thoughts at every moment; that man was like a demon in his heart.
Just then, a powerful voice rang out, cold and imposing. "I'll do it, Martial Uncle Yang!"
The one who spoke was none other than Zhang Fu.
Hearing that Zhang Fu was willing to take the field himself, Yang Yun's face brightened with delight. Zhang Fu was a direct disciple of the Shangxian Sect.
What did it mean to be a direct disciple? It meant that Zhang Fu entering the True God Stage in the future was as certain as a nail hammered into a board. Even at his worst, he would become someone comparable to Yang Yun. Naturally, such an outstanding genius was highly valued.
"Mm, since Nephew Zhang Fu is willing to take the field himself, that could not be better." Yang Yun laughed heartily. "You will personally deal with this brat surnamed Yang and restore some of the Shangxian Sect's momentum, lest these maniacs from the Profound Dao Sect win a round and forget how high the heavens are and how thick the earth is."
Zhang Fu was a whole tier stronger than Xiao Xing. Though both were at the Demigod Stage, the