"Among the eight peaks, who will come first?" Xu Wuzhou stood there, the Sword Intent around him growing increasingly fierce.

The surroundings fell silent, and the heads of the various peaks all looked toward Mo Daoxian.

Mo Daoxian shrugged and said, "Don't look at me. It's your own peaks' mockery that forced the Sacred Peak disciple to this point. Now that the disciple can't hold back and wants an explanation, do you expect me, the sect leader, to suppress him?"

The head of Weapon Peak shook his head, "Are we really going to bully someone at the tenth level?"