C963 Jiang Xuantong

"Lost?"

Zong Tia rose to his feet, his face contorted with an unsightly expression. He had invested heavily in both the Flaming Demon Snake and the slave Martial Cultivator, only to watch them perish at the hands of Xiao Ling. There was no doubt about it; the shock of the defeat was soul-shaking, and it felt as though his heart was bleeding. If Xiao Ling won just one more round