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"Lord of the Hall, Xing'er has a point. If anyone among them can defeat me, I'll bow my head and acknowledge my error!"

Tan Zhenghe, bolstered by Mo Xing'er's support, faced Mo Xingchen with a resolute expression.

"Silence! Who gave you permission to speak?"

Mo Xingchen barked in anger.

His rebuke sent Tan Zhenghe recoiling, his head retracting comically.

"Xing'er, stop causing trouble