The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect are first-rate at flattery, but their ability to fight on the battlefield is utterly mediocre.

Soon, Murong Fu and the "Four Great Generals" escorted Wang Yuyan out of the encirclement and followed the Shaolin monks to the square where the "Martial Arts Conference" was being held.

Li Huan examined it closely.

Murong Fu was indeed handsome and dashing, with an air of nobility.

Wang Yuyan stood beside Murong Fu like a little bird nestled against her, a smile on her face, showing no sign of the disarray that had just emerged from a fierce battle.

Li Huan deliberately said to Duan Yu, "Look, Wang Yuyan and Murong Fu are a match made in heaven."

Duan Yu raised his eyebrows: "Second Brother, you know I'm in great pain, yet you still rub salt into my wounds..."

Li Huan asked, "Don't you like Zhong Ling? Don't you like Mu Wanqing?"

Duan Yu shook his head, his gaze fixed on Wang Yuyan.

Thump thump thump! Clang clang clang! Bang bang bang...

The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect beat drums and gongs, constantly creating a great atmosphere, while shouting slogans such as "The Xingxiu Immortal is invincible and his power shakes the world," and then they sang in unison to praise Ding Chunqiu.

Witnessing this scene, Li Huan felt an urge to hit someone.

I want to beat Ding Chunqiu up in public and give him a good beating!

Li Huan suppressed his displeasure and asked Duan Yu, "This martial arts tournament was initiated by the Beggars' Sect. You're managing the Beggars' Sect for me. Do you know what's going on?"

Duan Yu withdrew his gaze from Wang Yuyan, his expression turning awkward.

"Second Brother, to tell you the truth... during my time managing the Beggars' Sect, I was deceived..."

"Deception?" Li Huan asked, puzzled. "What exactly happened?"