Just like the South Bank, the North Bank watched silently.
Ghostfang walked back to the same spot he stood before, looking very lonely as he closed his eyes again.
After a while, the disciples from the North Bank regained their composure and started to cheer.
"Compared to the South Bank, no one can match us. We are definitely going to win!"
"They've already lost three battles. The first one was just luck. I bet they'll lose all the remaining battles too."
In response to the North Bank's mocking, the South Bank's disciples could only glare at them furiously. The North Bank... was simply too powerful.
The South Bank won the first battle but lost the next three. The highest-ranked Lu Tianlei was nearly killed, and by now, the disciples of the South Bank harbored no thoughts of revenge.
Shangguan Tianyou glared angrily at the ghost. In his heart, he trembled, feeling a terrifying fear deep inside.
