Thud~!
Elder Yang's aged face swelled to a purplish-red, frustration stuck in his chest unable to vent, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood. His body wobbled, nearly falling to the ground.
If he had been defeated by Elder Shoumei, perhaps he would have only felt slightly ashamed.
But to be defeated by a junior, and without a shred of mercy, thoroughly humiliated in front of everyone—this grievance, he simply couldn't swallow.
However, Chu Feng won fair and square, relying on his own ability, this stifled anger, even if he couldn't swallow it, he had to swallow. Anger leading to frustration, blood stasis due to pent-up fury, the ultimate outcome was vomiting blood due to rage.
"Master, please take care of your health!" Several disciples hurriedly supported Elder Yang, who was swaying and about to fall.
Their eyes when looking at Chu Feng were also extremely angry, filled with killing intent.
