I was just collecting them casually, how did the disciples become emperors?

"Sun Yao, you are so shameless!"

Sun Yao's attack failed, and he secretly thought it was bad, but he still forced himself to keep a straight face and snorted coldly: "All is fair in war. As long as I can win, don't stand there and blame me hypocritically!"

As he spoke, he approached again, with a few more spiritual ore in his hands. He waved his hands, and the ores shot out in a fan shape towards Zhao Changsheng's vital points like hidden weapons.

Zhao Changsheng snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and turned into a shadow, rushing left and right among the ores in the sky.

He displayed exquisite body movements, occasionally using palm winds to swat away the incoming ore, and actually managed to resolve this wave of attacks without a single leak.

Sun Yao's bad premonition grew stronger!

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Changsheng no longer held back. He stomped his foot heavily on the ground and used the rebound force to shoot towards Sun Yao, using his fingers as swords, vowing to teach this despicable villain a severe lesson.

Spiritual energy gushed out from the tip of the slender index finger, transforming into a sharp sword energy, which cut through the air with a hissing sound and went straight to Sun Yao's throat.

Sun Yao was horrified and dodged to the side in panic, throwing the spiritual ore in his hand towards Zhao Changsheng randomly, trying to block this fierce attack.

But how could Zhao Changsheng give him a chance to breathe? He easily avoided those scattered ores, and the sword energy at his fingertips turned, drawing a sword energy in the air, cutting directly on Sun Yao's right arm.

Sun Yao was unable to dodge. With a crisp "swish" sound, the sleeve of his right arm was instantly cut off by the sword energy, revealing his dark and strong arm. There were still a few blood marks on his skin caused by the sword energy.

Sun Yao was shocked and angry, his eyes widened, and he roared, "Zhao Changsheng, how dare you!"

Zhao Changsheng seemed not to hear, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Why shouldn't I dare!"

He tapped his feet lightly and rose into the air. Looking down from above, he quickly changed the finger techniques with his hands. For a moment, the sword energy at his fingertips crisscrossed and covered Sun Yao like a dense spider web.

Sun Yao was terrified and waved his hands around wildly, trying his best to gather spiritual power to resist, and put up a shaky spiritual power shield around his body.

But under Zhao Changsheng's violent attack, the shield shattered in an instant, making a "crackling" sound, just like breaking glass.

Immediately afterwards, the sword energy in the sky poured down unhindered.

"Chichichi..."

There was a continuous sound of cloth tearing. The clothes on Sun Yao's body were vulnerable to the raging sword energy and instantly turned into pieces of cloth flying all over the sky.

In the blink of an eye, his upper body was exposed, with only a pair of shorts covering his body.

This is a great humiliation for him!

When had he ever been humiliated like this?

When the audience saw this, they were stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.

"Haha, this Sun Yao is so embarrassing, fighting shirtless in the ring, he's bringing shame to Lingkuang Peak!"

"He usually looks quite impressive, but he showed his true colors when he ran into Zhao Changsheng. Now he's become the laughing stock of the whole place!"

The disciples from various peaks laughed so hard that they fell backwards, pointed and mocked at will.

In the Lingkuangfeng camp, all the disciples were blushing with shame and anger, wishing they could find a hole to crawl into.

The master of the Spirit Mine Peak had a gloomy face and stared at Sun Yao, who was embarrassing himself on the stage. He was burning with anger, but due to the rules of the competition, he could not go on stage to interfere.

He didn't expect that the disciple he carefully selected to participate in the competition could not even beat a disciple from Tongtian Peak!

Sun Yao's face flushed red with shame and annoyance. He subconsciously covered his private parts with his hands and curled up his body. There was no trace of his previous arrogance.

His eyes were filled with hatred, but he didn't dare to attack again. He could only retreat tremblingly, muttering, "You...you cheated, how could you humiliate me like this!"

Zhao Changsheng, suspended in mid-air, slowly landed on the ground, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with disdain. "Sun Yao, you asked for this! You should have expected this fate when you resorted to sneak attacks and underhanded tactics on the battlefield. Since you lack the integrity of a warrior, I will teach you a lesson!"

After saying that, the sword energy flashed from his fingertips again, creating a deep gully on the ground beneath Sun Yao's feet, splashing dirt and rocks everywhere. Sun Yao was so scared that he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Ximen Feixue in the audience raised his arms and shouted, "Brother, you are so powerful! Well done! Such a despicable villain deserves a good lesson!"

Ye Xinghe also showed a look of relief, nodded slightly, his eyes full of approval.

Not bad!

Let’s see who dares to look down on Tongtian Peak from now on!

As soon as Zhao Changsheng stepped down from the stage, a sarcastic voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

"Oh, this Zhao Changsheng is really impressive! Although he won the competition, his methods were a bit too cruel. We are all disciples of the Holy Land. Why did he force others into such an embarrassing situation and not care about the friendship between fellow disciples at all?"

The disciples of Lingkuang Peak were already furious because Sun Yao had been defeated and embarrassed in public, and now hearing these words of "complaint" made their blood boil even more.

"That's right! He just won a competition. Is there any need to humiliate him like this? He ruined Sun Yao's clothes. How will he survive in the Holy Land in the future?"

"Humph, I don't think Zhao Changsheng considers us fellow disciples at all. He only cares about winning or losing. He's so selfish!"

The disciples of Lingkuang Peak were filled with righteous indignation. A few of them were so impulsive that they rolled up their sleeves and wanted to rush towards Zhao Changsheng. If their fellow disciples had not held them back tightly, they would have started fighting on the spot.

The Lingkuang Peak master on the stage had a face so gloomy it looked like water could drip out of it. He crossed his arms and snorted coldly, "Although our Lingkuang Peak's skills are inferior to yours, it's not our place for outsiders to humiliate us like this! Zhao Changsheng, your actions today are truly ungraceful. Don't expect Lingkuang Peak to be on good terms with your Tongtian Peak in the future."

Zhao Changsheng frowned upon hearing this, a trace of anger flashing in his eyes. Just as he was about to open his mouth to refute, Ye Xinghe took the lead, took two steps forward, waved his robe sleeves, and his aura suddenly rose. He glanced at everyone and said loudly: "Everyone, please wait a moment before speaking ill of me!"

"This grand competition is a place where strength speaks for itself. A fight to the death is nothing to be ashamed of. How can you say that my methods are ruthless?"

"Sun Yaoxian launched multiple despicable sneak attacks in an attempt to gain an opportunistic victory. Changsheng was merely acting in self-defense and punishing him. What was wrong with that?"

"Furthermore, when did you ever talk about fellow disciples' camaraderie during the competition? If everyone shows leniency because of this illusory friendship, then what is the point of this competition?"

Ye Xinghe's words were sonorous and well-reasoned. For a moment, those who followed suit and made accusations shut up and looked embarrassed.

But there were still some stubborn people who stiffened their necks and said, "Even so, you shouldn't embarrass others like that. Zhao Changsheng's actions are ultimately inappropriate."

Ximen Feixue was furious when he saw this.

"You are so unreasonable! Sun Yao attacked first, and Senior Brother counterattacked later. Do you think you would be satisfied if you let him succeed in the attack and injure Senior Brother?"

"To be honest, if it weren't for Senior Brother showing mercy, Sun Yao would be dead right now. Why don't you blame the despicable villain but instead blame the victim? How can that be justified?"