That was the way of contests: some rejoiced in victory, while others grieved over defeat. Having lost his match, Huang Hua could only swallow his resentment and obediently follow Spirit Daoist down from the raised platform. Li Xiaoya and the other Heavenly Dao Sect disciples went over to meet them.
"What a shame, Senior Brother Huang Hua!" Only Li Xiaoya would speak to Huang Hua like that.
"Yes! Just a little more, and our Heavenly Dao Sect would have had three disciples qualify!"
"Ah, that Demonic Sword Sect disciple really threw his life to the winds. He even used the Bloodthirst Technique!"
"If Senior Brother Huang Hua hadn't been injured earlier, how could he possibly have lost to that fellow?!"
"..." For a while, the other disciples murmured among themselves.
"Silence! All this shouting and squabbling! Where is your decorum?!" Spirit Daoist was in a sour mood himself after failing to win his wager, and he snapped coldly.
"Yes!" The disciples hastily straightened up, then bowed as they answered.
"Hahaha! What an imposing presence you have, Elder Spirit!" Suddenly, a grating laugh came from a distance.
Ning Du strode over with a group of Fire Dragon Palace disciples in tow. His air of smug triumph stoked the fire in Spirit Daoist's belly. Composing his expression, Spirit Daoist sneered, "How could I compare with your imposing presence, Elder Ning, strolling around with a pack of little demon brats!"
"Hahahaha! You flatter me!" Rather than getting angry, Ning Du laughed. "Still, what a pity! If this lad had won, you could have won that supreme-grade dragon scale you wanted! A pity! Such a pity!"
"Hmph! Don't get too pleased with yourself! You didn't win either. Looks like you'll never get your hands on that thing in this lifetime!" Unwilling to back down,