The villagers were worried, but the elder disciple who hit didn't seem concerned at all.
Because he was confident in his control of his strength, knowing that no one would die from being hit like this.
"You and your master are both shameless. Your master can't beat me, so you sneak attack. Have some martial virtue?" The elder disciple sneered sarcastically.
By this time, Dao Hong had already gotten up from the ground.
His face was livid, and he was seething with rage.
He came over to make trouble, thinking he could regain his dignity.
But unexpectedly, not only did he not regain it, but also lost face terribly.
If he couldn't vent this anger, how could he stand in the future?
But now he couldn't win a fight, and it seemed like he wasn't in the right to argue, so what else could he do?
Despite being furious, Dao Hong's mind raced, pondering over this problem.
After much thought, he could only think of one solution: call for reinforcements!
