Hundred Mu of Spirit Fields

Chu Qiu said coldly, "What's the rush? You and I will have a battle sooner or later."

If not in the semifinals, then in the finals.

If not in the finals, then after the Formal Disciple Grand Competition ended.

In short, this matter could not possibly end peacefully.

Whether it was Mo Cha or Chu Qiu, both were brimming with gunpowder.

Before leaving, Mo Cha gave a rather well-intentioned reminder. "Don't forget, I'm the one who left that scar on your face."

The moment those words left his mouth, a dangerous aura instantly radiated from Chu Qiu.

The people around them were so frightened that they retreated again and again.

Xu Changqing also put on an act and moved several meters away.

At that moment, the Golden Core True Person overseeing the Formal Disciple Grand Competition cast them a warning-laden glance.

Clearly, if the two chose to fight here, they would definitely be suppressed on the spot.

Like a victor, Mo Cha wore a smug smile as he walked away step by step.

Chu Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly and stared fixedly at his departing back, icy and dangerous light flickering in his eyes.

"How strange. We're all disciples of the Immortal Sect, so why does Mo Cha have to be like this?"

"Perhaps this is the Dao he has chosen!"

"Dao? What does that mean?"

"Every cultivator must eventually seek out their own Dao, then remain steadfast upon it!"

"Perhaps that is where the gap between us and him lies!"

The surrounding people discussed among themselves.

Some felt that since they were all disciples of the Immortal Sect, there was no need to act like mortal enemies.

Others believed that Mo Cha acted this way because he was seeking his own "Dao."

In short, different people had different views