"Excellent!"
Xue Gui, who was sitting to the side, shot to his feet.
'There's hope for the Black Evil lineage!'
Bai Yuan had already cultivated Evil Qi, which meant he had truly inherited the legacy of the Black Evil Elder.
The worry that had plagued Xue Gui for decades was finally cured.
Ma Dingjun stared blankly at the gleaming blade pressed against his neck.
'I lost... just like that?'
He never imagined he would actually lose to a junior brother who had joined the hall four years after him.
The last person to defeat him so thoroughly was Senior Brother Chu Yuan, a once-in-a-decade genius.
"I've lost."
Ma Dingjun conceded his defeat readily. He wasn't one for dramatics; what Martial Artist could claim to be undefeated? As long as you didn't die, it was fine.
"Junior Brother, have you really only been practicing the Blood Tiger Saber for a year?"
He stared at Bai Yuan in astonishment.
