These 10 disciples had been too infuriatingly proud before, so they had brought this ridicule upon themselves.
The teal robed Eastern courtyard disciples relished the opportunity for revenge.
"You... you should watch out. Just wait; I'm not even a top 50 disciple in the Southern courtyard. When the courtyard tournament comes, you'll see our true power!" Nangong Zheng said pitifully as he was helped up by another disciple.
His face was bruised heavily and looked very awkward.
The arm that he had been struck on by Ding Hao was still smoking with silver frost and completely numb.
The other Southern courtyard disciples were equally injured.
Any part of their bodies that was struck by Ding Hao was covered in a palm-shaped piece of frost and completely numbed. They all stared at him
