If anyone dared to make a sound, they would surely witness a spectacular scene of boos erupting from all sides…

Xiang Taiyan's reputation, built up over so many years, was completely ruined by his own hands in just a short while...

"Cough cough..."

I first cleared my throat awkwardly, which made everyone tense up, afraid that I would cause some more trouble...

"It's nothing, I just shouted it casually, everyone doesn't need to be so nervous..."

Hearing my words, everyone glared at me with hostility, but I seemed completely oblivious and spoke to Tuoba San.

"Son, the Murong family is deliberately trying to trip us up. We must win this round; I want to see them humiliated..."

Holy crap…

What kind of insolent and lewd words are these?

And couldn't you have said that in private? What do you take us enemies for? Air?

The head of the Murong family had a dark expression and wanted to lash out, but with Qingyunzi in charge, he could only swallow his anger…

My son and I are now sworn enemies with the Murong family. However, if we oppose the chosen one of destiny, the Murong family will surely perish...

Since the destruction of the Murong family is a foregone conclusion, the most important thing is to maximize their benefits. Given that such a cultivation family must possess profound resources…

"Senior Qingyunzi, please announce the start of the competition. I'm afraid some beast will bite me if I speak again..."

Crunch...

The sound of grinding teeth broke the silence, a furious rage that seemed to want to devour someone alive…

They never imagined I would be so inhuman. Knowing full well that my words would invite hatred, I not only spoke, but also insulted them all...

"Cough cough..."

Qingyunzi gave me a look, then coughed twice to attract attention, also serving as a threat to those who wanted to make a move, so they wouldn't act rashly. He then announced...

"The competition begins..."

As Qingyunzi finished speaking, Xiangtai suddenly found himself holding a piece of women's clothing...

Just when everyone was wondering what he was going to do, he actually changed his clothes onto his own body right in front of everyone…

"Holy crap... Has this guy gone crazy? Why is a perfectly normal man wearing women's clothes?"

Someone exclaimed in surprise, which immediately sparked a discussion among the crowd…

This comical scene seemed very abnormal, but there must be something fishy about it. I frowned and looked at Xiang Taiyan, guessing his purpose. Could there be something fishy about this outfit?

After he put on his clothes, a peculiar aura emanated from his body…

This dress is indeed a very nice piece of clothing. If a woman with a good figure wore it, she would definitely turn heads...

It will make people look as if they have stepped out of the Dunhuang flying apsaras, giving them an ethereal and otherworldly temperament...

But seeing a man wearing such an outfit is really an eyesore...

However, as that peculiar aura spread out, it surprisingly resonated with the palace overhead…

There's definitely something wrong with this outfit!

Could these be clothes worn by the palace's former owner? Perhaps Xiang Taiyan has been hiding something all along; his goal for this third game wasn't a draw, but rather, he intended to win it from the very beginning…

His behavior goes beyond despicable; it's downright unscrupulous...

If Xiang Taiyan uses this garment to enter the palace, then Tuoba San, caught completely off guard, will be stopped outside, which means he is doomed to lose...

"Haha...you wanted to punish us? That's laughable! How about it now? Just admit defeat..."

Murong Juehu said somewhat smugly, his previously suppressed emotions now released...

They are martial gods, holding an unparalleled position in the Qingyun Sect. Normally, they are arrogant and dismissive of everyone, yet those who meet them must treat them with utmost respect…

But ever since they lost face last time, the whole situation has changed. To avoid the strange looks from their disciples, they have to sneak around when they go out...

What's even more humiliating today is that, given their status, they've been used as chips at the gambling table. Regardless of winning or losing, this is a disgrace to them...

They had all mentally prepared for a certain defeat, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better. This emotional rollercoaster significantly affected even the Martial God's Dao Heart. Murong Juehu was experiencing this at that moment, releasing his pent-up emotions...

Murong Qingyi and Murong Li also smiled easily, feeling that they had truly secured their victory this time…

"Some people are just too confident; they've brought this all on themselves..."

Murong Qingyi spoke with an air of nonchalance, but the sarcasm in her tone was impossible to conceal…

"Qingyi is right. Just because you won two matches by luck doesn't mean you're invincible. One shouldn't be so arrogant..."

Murong Li also joined in the mockery…

"Shut up! A bunch of trash dare to mock my son? If you have the guts, challenge my son now. You're all Martial Gods, are you afraid of my son, who is a Martial Saint?"

Upon hearing my words, the three men's faces immediately darkened. They say you shouldn't hit someone in the face or insult someone by revealing their weaknesses, but I deliberately poke at their sore spots, and every time I manage to hit the nail on the head…

"No way? You're not really scared, are you? You're martial gods, how could you be afraid of my son, a martial saint? That's too cowardly!"

I delivered the insults with exaggerated expressions, making the three of them want to tear my mouth apart. But I didn't stop; instead, I continued to humiliate them.

"Oh dear... Look at my memory, how could I forget that Murong Qingyi was beaten by my son? The power my son just unleashed probably scared you all out of your wits, didn't it? You see, I'm really something, I accidentally told the truth, where do you three martial gods put your faces now..."

Holy crap…

Are you the devil?

The three martial gods of the Murong family were on the verge of collapse, wishing they could slap themselves a few times. Why did they have to be so rude and humiliate Tuoba San?

Well, not only did they fail to achieve their goal, they also lost face, and to make matters worse, they couldn't even refute it...

"Hmph! I'm too lazy to argue with you..."

Murong Qingyi said with an air of "I won't hold it against you," but her unpleasant expression betrayed her terrible mood...

"Don't worry, Uncle Qingyi, I will definitely help you regain the face you've lost this time..."

Xiang Taiyan overheard our conversation. Knowing he was certain to win, he wasn't in a hurry. Before entering the palace, he wanted to say a few polite words to ease tensions with the Murong family, especially since he had just betrayed three of their martial gods…

"Thank you, my dear nephew. Go ahead and compete; we will definitely support you..."

Murong Qingyi said very politely…