The courtyard suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes were on Xiao Ye.
Many people had strange expressions, as they had witnessed the conflict between Xiao Ye and Xie Fei.
"Want me as a sparring partner?" Xiao Ye's gaze turned cold.
Clearly, Xie Fei was taking the opportunity for revenge, publicly humiliating him.
"Relax, I just want to practice some combat techniques with you for everyone's amusement. I won't do anything to you."
"Of course, if you refuse out of fear, I can understand. After all, I am a high and mighty young talent, whereas you are just a humble martial artist." Xie Fei looked down at Xiao Ye, his face full of mockery.
Upon hearing these provocative words, Long Yu, who was sitting in his seat, had a slight change in expression: "What a vicious scheme!"
A person values their face like a tree values its bark.
For a martial artist, dignity and reputation can sometimes be more important than life, especially in a place where heroes gather.