The competition was naturally fierce, and casualties were not uncommon each year.
Liu Chuanzhi sneered as he stared at Fang Yue, simply waiting for him to be crippled or killed in the upcoming test.
'Hmph, it's not so easy to make a name for yourself in the Prefecture Examination. I truly hope an overreaching fool like you dies right there on the Martial Arts Examination Platform.'
Of course, Liu Chuanzhi only thought this way because he was unaware that Fang Yue had single-handedly slain the Seventh Elder of the Mo Mountain Tribe. If he knew, his thoughts would have been quite different.
After all, at the time, they had only seen the conflict erupt between the people of the Mo Mountain Tribe and the Black Wind Thieves, and assumed the mission had failed as a result.
