"What's going on with this demonic dragon?" First Elder murmured under his breath.
He stepped over the iron bars, intending to walk in from inside.
The moment he drew close, the Seven-Winged Demonic Dragon let out a furious roar and lunged forward with its massive body.
Its seven pairs of wings whipped up a storm of wind and rain.
First Elder cried out in fright, his body flying backward.
"Th-that, whoever you are," First Elder called, looking at Xu Zimo.
"First Elder, my name is Xu Zimo," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Could you control it and make it calm down?" First Elder asked.
"I'm not familiar with this demonic dragon either. Besides, I'm pretty scared myself right now," Xu Zimo said innocently, shaking his head.
"And the competition isn't over yet. This concerns the most important matter of my life, so I can't be careless."
"It's over, it's over," First Elder hurriedly said.
"You win this match."
"First Elder, don't force yourself," Xu Zimo said awkwardly.
"I haven't done anything. I'd feel rather embarrassed winning like this."
"It's not forced, not forced. You win this match," First Elder replied.
"But does what you say count?" Xu Zimo asked.
First Elder had no choice but to turn his gaze toward the Sect Master beside him.
The Old Man waved a hand slightly and replied, "Xu Zimo wins the first round."
"Since that's the case, let's begin the second round," Xu Zimo said, looking at everyone.
"Who is Zhuo Bufan? Step out."
"Just got lucky, that's all," Zhuo Bufan said darkly as he walked out from the crowd.
Looking at Xu Zimo, he said, "Brother Xu, your memory really is poor. Didn't we just meet the day before yesterday?"
"Did we? My memory isn't very good. I only remember meeting