Although Zhuang Hong was arrogant, he was one of the best among the successive disciples. Since he had already lost, the others would naturally not go up and suffer.
Wan Qingbo’s spiritual power was higher than Zhuang Hong’s, but he did not come this time, so none of the other successive disciples went up on the stage.
Master Ouyang’s face was so gloomy that it was about to drip. Although Xiao Yue from the Flying Flower Island had lost, the Flying Flower Island wasn’t famous for sword arts, so it didn’t matter.
However, their nameless sword sect was different. It could be imagined that if such news was spread out, their nameless sword sect would simply make people laugh their heads off.
Hei xinjiu, who was watching the show at the wonton stall, rolled her eyes. A sinister smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she hopped out of the wonton stall.