Entrance

"Damn it!"

Tang Jingyu, who had fallen off the arena, was already back on his feet thanks to the support of other disciples. His expression was unsightly after hearing what He Buyu and the others said; he didn't expect that he would lose, bringing humiliation to his school for it.

He clenched his fists as he looked at the Fang-surnamed young man in the arena.

"Why? Are there no disciples capable of fighting on the Light Snow Mountain?" asked the Fang-surnamed fellow with a casual tone, still in the arena.

All the Light Snow Mountain disciples were furiously glaring at him, clearly provoked.

Even the senior disciples were more or less enraged because the guy had purposefully left out the "new" term from his claim, seemingly stressing out that disciples of all generations were no good!

A woman roared and stepped up. "This is outrageous. Senior brother, allow me!"