Liu Annan clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with a crimson hue, and the veins on his forehead bulged as if on the verge of bursting. His fists were tightly clenched, with nails deeply embedded in his palms, causing blood to drip slowly between his fingers.
He actually lost!
And lost to a newcomer who had just entered the sect!
At this moment, many people around were casting puzzled glances at him, whispering among themselves.
Clearly, they hadn't expected this outcome.
Liu Annan's face grew increasingly gloomy, and a sense of humiliation surged within him like a tide, almost drowning him.
Xu Wendong stood not far away, arms crossed, with eyes full of disdain.
The corners of his mouth slightly curved upward, carrying a hint of a scornful smile, as if mocking Liu Annan's incompetence.
And Li Jiayin had already strutted over, her steps light, with a look of triumph on her face.
She extended her hand and coldly said, "Liu Annan, hand over the token."
