"Hehe! Junior Brother Mo, it seems your Sacred Peak is going to be wiped out again this time."

This year's Grand Competition was held at the Martial Peak. At this moment, the masters of the Nine Peaks were all seated high on the platform, watching their disciples compete one match after another.

So far, in the Sacred Peak's battles, every disciple in the challenge matches was at the bottom.

"Old Thief Wu, show some respect. You're just a peak master, while I am the sect master. Calling me junior brother all the time, do you have no sense of rank?" Mo Daoxian glared angrily at the Martial Peak master.