Time passed just like that.
Chen Jianjun and his son Chen Xin spent three full days and nights absorbing the Immortal Herbs.
They did not compete during those three days. Quite a few other academies still had to take their turns before the Star Luo Empire Academy was up.
Interestingly, the Clear Sky Sect faced both the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, winning both matches. But Yu Xiaogang had thoroughly disgusted Tang Hao.
The farts he blasted out left Tang Hao vomiting nonstop after the match.
"Damn that Yu Xiaogang! That despicable bastard has an endless supply of filthy tricks!"
Tang Hao cursed and swore.
Just recalling the match that day made his blood boil. He had won, but it had been an infuriatingly humiliating victory.
Who fought like that in a competition?
After blasting out farts, Yu Xiaogang had sent Luo Sanpao over to bite his little brother. The bastard wanted to cut off his bloodline!
"Calm down, Haozi. That's just the sort of person Yu Xiaogang is. Don't take it to heart."
Tang Xiao patted Tang Hao's shoulder, signaling that there was no need to dwell on it. It simply was not worth it.
"Big Brother, he humiliated me! Every time I face Yu Xiaogang, I end up suffering."
Tang Hao could not swallow his resentment.
Who targeted someone like that? It was despicable.
"Spirit Hall will be our real formidable opponent in the finals. Don't waste your energy on this."
Tang Chen, who sat nearby, spoke up to remind him.
He had barely finished when a powerful aura swept toward them.
Tang Chen raised his head and looked at the sky ahead. Waves of invisible sword intent spread outward, overwhelmingly domineering.
"That direction..."
Tang Chen frowned.
Practically no one other