2384: Don’t regret it

Don’t regret it

As if sensing his glance, Feng Jiu, with the child in her arms, took a glimpse at Patriarch Luo indifferently and saw that he was withdrawing his gaze and looking ahead. She curved her lips up and laughed noiselessly. 1

This was just the beginning, what's the rush?

No one expected the second round to end so soon and that it was an overwhelming victory. Seeing the Luo 's clansman had broken hands and feet, everyone around him quieted down and did not make a sound.

The crowd had indescribable expressions on their faces. They couldn't help recalling Patriarch Luo's previous order, however, no one had expected that before the Luo family's people could injure his opponent, he had already suffered heavy casualties. A Celestial cultivator had his hands and feet broken like this.

After their expressions returned to normal, those few hidden families' patriarchs looked at each other, nodded and then said, "The Luo clan lost in the second round!"

When everyone in the Luo clan heard it, the taste was quite different for them.

And so their gazes fell on the man in azure who held a child in his arms, who seemed so frail that anyone could defeat him.

Since the old man had done that to their man, the young man would be miserable in this round.

The old man flung his sleeves, walked back to Feng Jiu with his foot turned outward while stroking his beard and shaking his head. He told Feng Jiu, "These people are too weak. Before the old man exerts his strength, he's already defeated. Ouch, fighting such a man with the old man's powerful status is really detrimental to my prestige and identity."

Patriarch Luo was burning with anger. This old man said that a cultivator with the Celestial rank strength was too weak! He really despised their Luo clan!

"The current scores are 1-1 draw. The last round will determine the winner and the loser!" The Hidden Family Patriarch announced, asking them to compete in the last round.

The child in Feng Jiu's arms awoke, blinking a pair of beautiful eyes at her without crying or making noises. He was very well-behaved.

"Should I hold him?" The old man said while pointing at the child.

"Mm hmm." Feng Jiu answered with a hum and handed the child to him. "Don't let the pressure around hurt him."

"I know, who am I? Can I not understand even this simple thing?" He waved his hand and reassured her.

So, Feng Jiu went forward into the arena and looked at the Luo clan's people. When she saw that Patriarch Luo ordered one of them to come out for the fight, her eyes narrowed with a smile. Her loud and slow voice came out with a trace of languidness.

"I think it's best if Patriarch Luo comes to fight in the final round."

Everyone was stunned to hear this. They didn't expect Feng Jiu to say so. When everyone in the Luo family heard this, their eyes showed disdain. One of them shouted, "Is it up to you that you ask our Patriarch to fight? You overestimate yourself!"

Feng Jiu's lips curved up. "Overestimating myself?"

Her lucid eyes fell on Patriarch Luo, speaking neither fast nor slow. "Does Patriarch Luo, as the Patriarch of the Luo clan, perhaps dare not answer my challenge?"

Patriarch Luo's face fell. He clenched the hands behind his back tightly into fists, making a snapping sound, appearing furious.

He stared at Feng Jiu who was inside the arena and asked in a deep voice, "Then I'll ask you again. In this third round, are you really challenging me? Don't regret it!"

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