บท 1252: You Said That I Am from the Zhang Clan?

Pu!

A suffocating sensation assaulted Zhao Xingmo's chest, and he spurted blood once more.

Even though his standing as a guide was nothing in the Sanctum of Sages, in his many years of invigilating the candidates, there had never been any genius who had been able to defeat him in the same cultivation realm.

But this time, not only had he been defeated, he was even being looked down upon.

The immense frustration that he felt left him on the verge of explosion.

"Hold it in, hold it in…" Zhao Xingmo took a few deep breaths to suppress that feeling of frustration in his chest before pushing himself out of the wall.

As indignant as Zhao Xingmo felt from his loss, it would only be more embarrassing if he vehemently denied it. He would at least be able to retain some of his dignity if he accepted it graciously.

At this point, he suddenly recalled the surnames of the duo, and a thought came to him.