He looked about half a head taller than Bai Xiao.
Unexpectedly, Sect Master Nangong came forward with fists clasped, speaking in a deep, resonant voice.
"Dragon Elephant Hall Master, please show mercy."
Clearly, the recent downfall of Nine Roar Fist Elder Zhang Xing had somewhat frightened Sect Master Nangong. He could not forget the usually cold and serious, imposing figure of Zhang Xing. When he was carried off on the white stretcher, his twisted posture, undetectable by dark networks, looked as if something posterior had been damaged.
This made even the usually tough and stoic Sect Master Nangong shudder.
"Smash my body to pieces if I must, but I will keep my honor in this world!"
One can lose, but not in disgrace and ridicule.
"Dragon Elephant Hall Master, please bestow your instruction!"
Sect Master Nangong, in a rare display of humility, said.
"Give it your all!"
Bai Xiao replied coldly, his facial expression unchanged.
Ten minutes later.
