Within the vast Heavenly Dao Mirror, the image of Duan Zhengchun throwing his head back and roaring was reflected. Wang Chongyang and his two companions wore expressions that could only be described as spectacular, while beads of sweat had already begun to dot the Sweeping Monk's forehead.
"Humph, so this is that 'drop of true blood from the Great Witch Houyi' you treasure so much? If it weren't for Duan Zhengchun barging in, Ouyang Feng might well have gained the upper hand, and taking down Murong Fu wouldn't have been such a chore!" Feng Qingyang spoke up, clearly eager to see the Sweeping Monk's scheme fail. If the Sweeping Monk failed to stand out, Feng Qingyang could continue to hold the edge over him.
Wang Chongyang flicked his sleeve, staring daggers at the Sweeping Monk to signal his dissatisfaction.
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