Nine Strikes of the Phoenix!

On the stage, Xia Ping and Feng Qiudao stood opposite each other.

"Xia Ping."

Feng Qiudao looked at Xia Ping. He was dressed in white and looked like a piece of jade. He said

calmly, "Why didn't you listen to the advice of the core students and surrender? It would have been

better for everyone.

"Otherwise, you would've lost today's match and offended the core students. You would've died

without any benefits. You would've died without a burial."

Xia Ping raised his brows, "You've also become the core students' lackey?"

"Lackey?"

Feng Qiudao laughed, "No one in this world can make me a lackey. But they did come to me and

promised me many benefits, wanting me to defeat you in the finals."

"But this is what I wanted to do. Even without them, I wouldn't have gone easy on you."

His eyes were filled with arrogance, looking down on everyone in the world.