Straight ahead before Qiao Mu, although Peng Zhang was being restrained by several Ghost Faction disciples, he was still glaring at her menacingly, his eyes flushed red and his expression furious.
If it weren't for the Ghost Faction disciples pulling at him, Peng Zhang would have already rushed over at this time, probably intending to beat her up violently!
Such a baffling person. Even if his heart ached for his junior sister, did that mean that she, Qiao Mu, ought to stay as a sitting duck in the arena for his junior sister to whip as she wished?
Each person relied on their own abilities to achieve victory or defeat. What was there to be unconvinced about?
She hated people who kept endlessly entangling and pestering others upon losing the most.
Qiao Mu cast a glance at Peng Zhang before promptly retracting her gaze disdainfully. She walked past everyone from the Ghost Faction and ran with light steps towards her own sect.
