Yang Yuan descended from the sky, nodded slightly to the guards, and walked straight in.
Raising his eyes, he saw Xu Yang and the other two, and couldn't help but freeze for a moment.
Then, he walked directly over to them.
Ji Hong and Zhou Tai both wore serious expressions, simultaneously feeling an invisible pressure.
"I didn't expect the three of you to be such good friends."
Yang Yuan smiled indifferently, but a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes: "Although Xu Yang lost to me, I fear you two also are no longer Xu Yang's match."
Zhou Tai's eyes surged with anger, about to lash out, but Ji Hong pulled him back abruptly.
Ji Hong's face remained unchanged, speaking calmly: "From the moment you ascended the Immortal Pride List, the title of the top core disciple was yours."
"If skills fall short, one's only choice is to accept defeat gracefully."
"Zhou Tai, do you think you could beat Mr. Xu?"
Zhou Tai was confused, but grinned: "I couldn't beat him."
