Yuan Huo listened to the sounds echoing throughout the Spirit Martial Platform, all of them shouting that Yuan Huo had knelt, and his entire face twisted with rage.
He was almost driven mad with anger!
As the number one legendary master of the Qingxu Sect, Yuan Huo had always been prestigious and influential in the Qingxu Sect, able to summon winds and rains with a flip of his hand.
He had never been humiliated like this before, let alone having a thousand people shouting that he had knelt.
At this moment, he was nothing more than a rat on the street, with everyone shouting to beat him.
"I haven't lost! I haven't fallen!" Yuan Huo endured the pain in his knees, stood up from the ground, and roared at the thousands of legendary masters and disciples.
As if to tell everyone, he was still the number one legendary disciple of the Qingxu Sect, still high and mighty, the senior brother whom no one could defeat.
