On the side stands, Elder Yuh, who already harbored intense resentment because Yu Qingqiu's hand was crippled by Gu Changsheng, watched the farce on the main stage. His old face was already twisted as he raised his hand to slap the table and roared in anger, "This is too much! This is too much! Gu Changsheng, this youngster, is utterly disrespectful! Has she turned the Nirvana Martial Contest's ring into a monkey show stage?"
In their eyes, the Nirvana Martial Contest's ring was a solemn and serious venue. They had made full preparations, sharpening their swords, waiting to let Gu Changsheng have her comeuppance. Yet, Gu Changsheng and her associates were unflustered and unafraid, seemingly not taking the semifinals of the Nirvana Martial Contest seriously at all!
How could this not anger them?
This feeling was like punching with all your strength, only to hit a cotton ball, leaving you with a sense of helplessness and frustration...
