"A bunch of rabble."
A look of disdain emerged on Kong Xuan's face as he looked at the disciples of the Divine Intent Sect.
"To think that the Divine Intent Sect, the foremost sect in Wind Country, has declined to this extent."
"Yes, you can see the writing on the wall. They don't even have a single disciple who's presentable. How disappointing."
The disciples from other sects also chimed in with cold mockery.
"Damn it!"
Hearing these taunts, the Divine Intent Sect disciples' faces turned gloomy, their hearts burning with helpless rage. It was true that none among them who came this time were flag-bearers. They had no retort to the ridicule they were subjected to. If it really came to a fight, they would not be their match.
Just then, a sudden burst of frantic hoofbeats was heard. All eyes turned towards a young, white-clad swordfighter who was galloping in. He dismounted at the edge of the martial arts training field.
"Who is that? Which sect's disciple is he?"
