Ming Yao's words made sense, but Fu Dao had never been one to swallow humiliation.
He came from the Martial Realm and had forged his path through the saber. The martial heart feared cowardice most of all.
Even if Xu Lao San and the others held the advantage, he could not stand by and watch his senior brother Zhe Yan be insulted, staining his own martial path.
Fu Dao gripped the saber on his back and strode out of the crowd, his voice as cold as tempered ice. "Everyone, that Primordial Mine was spoils our team found at the cost of our lives in the Demon Dragon Realm. Since when did it become the private property of an Academy Elder?"
"If you dare beat and abuse members of the Mercenary Team, don't blame Fu's saber for being too sharp!"
Seeing him step forward, Xu Lao San immediately sneered. "Well, if it isn't Fu Dao? I thought you planned to hide in the crowd and watch these Mercenary Teams get bullied to death."
In truth, Xu Lao San had noticed Fu Dao's group the moment they appeared. He had deliberately intensified the humiliation of the Mercenary Teams just now to draw them all out.
His gaze swept past Fu Dao's back, his tone provocative. "Other than you few, where is everyone else? Oh, right, why hasn't that 'Overlord Saber,' Lin Yi, shown up? I heard he received the largest share of the Primordial Mine."
Changing his tone, Xu Lao San put on a reasonable expression. "You should know that Emperor-grade materials were never something freshmen like us could covet. Lin Yi not only shattered the mark the elder left on the mineral vein, but also tried to monopolize the entire Primordial Mine. That broke the Academy's unwritten rules."
"Still, that elder