Chapter 1192 - Complete Version of the Heavenly Sacred Dragon Scripture
Xu Guang's face twisted with rage. Since becoming a deacon of the outer sect, he had never suffered such humiliation, especially in front of his peers.
Since he had failed to deal with Liu Wuxie, every deacon would mock him. What enraged him most were Liu Wuxie's parting words, a direct warning that if Xu Guang provoked him again, he would storm into his quarters and sever his head.
"Deacon Xu, why so worked up? He's only a new disciple with no background," one deacon said. "We can send someone else to handle him. Still, he's not simple. To comprehend a mythical art at his age... if we can seize it, all of us will rise in standing within the outer sect."
Their voices sounded calm, but greed lurked beneath every word. Mythical arts belonged only to Primal Origin Realm experts, yet Liu Wuxie had displayed one with ease. The temptation was irresistible.
Xu Guang understood clearly. His fellow deacons wanted him to take the risk, seize Liu Wuxie's mythical art, and then share the spoils with them. He saw through their intentions but kept silent as they stood as equals in rank.
"Is Mad Dog still in the outer sect?" Xu Guang asked, grinding his teeth.
Tie Niu, pale and broken, answered bitterly. "Senior Brother Mad Dog went out to train. He should return in a few days."
Tie Niu had reached the Origin Conversion Realm only by relying on a spiritual pill. His strength barely surpassed the pinnacle of the Transcendent Realm, which was why he stayed in the outer sect—choosing to rule as a tyrant rather than let others bully him at the bottom of the inner sect.
Mad Dog, however, was different. His combat strength was far greater, and he had cultivated the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms, making even Xu Guang wary of him.
"Tell him I'll need him when he returns," Xu Guang said coldly, waving his hand to dismiss Tie Niu and his lackeys.
Silence fell over the courtyard once more. The deacons sat back down, sipping tea as if nothing had happened.
"Dealing with that brat will be easy," one deacon said darkly. "The new disciples must attend wilderness training each year. We can arrange for an incident then."