"My apologies, everyone. Our disciples may have been heavy-handed. Swords show no mercy, and fists do not see clearly, it's an unavoidable stuff."
Looking at Tu Xiaotian, the Supreme Master of Taiyuan, and the Lord of Chunqiu swallowing down their broken teeth, Long Yan also experienced a moment of satisfaction.
The Three Great Forces intended to make Zhenyang Sect embarrassed, but they did not expect to be calculated by Long Yan, losing nine geniuses in total. Just after the first battle, the Three Great Forces suffered heavy losses.
"Long Yan, you're celebrating too early."
Tu Xiaotian snorted coldly, his eyes filled with a chilling murderous intent.
The smile on Long Yan's face did not diminish. Then he said, "In your opinion, who won this first challenge, Zhenyang Sect or the Three Great Forces?"
The result was already clear, and Long Yan's question was clearly a slap in the face of the Three Great Forces.
"In the first round, Zhenyang Sect passed the test."