"They've all been defeated, even Guardian Gui was no match for him," Tang Jing murmured to herself as she frowned slightly and sat in her armchair.
Wang Zihao stood to the side, not daring to even breathe heavily, knowing full well what it meant to face a Half-step Grandmaster.
He couldn't understand how the good-for-nothing from the past had suddenly become so powerful today. His heart was filled with intense jealousy. Why couldn't he be the lucky one?
However, the consecutive losses of so many experts from Tang Sect, though not enough to cause substantial harm to its Qi energy, would definitely be a tough blow.
"But these are minor issues. When an assassin is killed, the Sects won't make a fuss," Tang Jing continued.
"The day after tomorrow is the day of the Sects competition. I believe my strength is not inferior to Tang Batian's, but even facing him, I can't guarantee a complete victory," she added.