Xu Chengyu transmigrated to a fantasy world and just inherited a declining sect, Misty Sect. Unexpectedly, a system descended. As long as he develops the sect and accepts fated disciples, he will r...
Seeing that Lin Feng didn't speak, Bai Qingmo continued with her smirk.
"I knew it! Although the Martial Refining Divine Sect looks alright, its disciples are all useless. They look like ugly and deformed fruits, and there isn't a single one who can fight."
"If all else fails, shall I challenge all the outer disciples of your entire Divine Sect by myself?"
"Let's go together."
"Am I giving you a handicap?"
"You wouldn't be too scared to go after that, would you?"
These few simple words were enough to make the outer disciples of the Martial Refinement Divine Sect completely restless, and they were all holding back their anger.
After all, Wu Tianqi had always had a very good relationship with them in the outer sect, but now he had died at Bai Qingmo's hands and was being humiliated again and again.
This is something they cannot tolerate.
At this moment, all the disciples had stood up, their murderous gazes all falling on Bai Qingmo.
"Elder, let us go up."
"We are not afraid of him, he's gone too far!"
“...”
"Shut up! I'm still here. When did it become your turn to speak?"
The commotion was interrupted by Lin Feng, whose expression was icy. He understood what these people were thinking, but no one in the entire scene was more upset than him.
After all, many people had witnessed Bai Qingmo's previous actions. Wu Qinian not only had the advantage of playing on home turf, but also had a significant gap in cultivation level.
No matter how you look at it, their Martial Refining Divine Sect had the upper hand, but now that Wu Qinian was dead, they had no chance to find fault.
"Many of my disciples today are those who have been cultivating within the Divine Sect."
"If you really want to exchange martial arts skills, you can join us in the Divine Sect after today's tournament ends."
"how?"
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Feng still mustered up the courage to speak.
Hearing these words, Bai Qingmo's smile deepened. He naturally understood that these words were just a way for him to save face.
Without saying anything more, he slowly shook his head, then walked down from the Battle Spirit Platform, feigning disappointment as he said:
"Martial Refinement Divine Sect".
"That's all..."