Being defeated by Zhao Yixin was something Zhao Wuji had anticipated, but what brought him shame and annoyance was the fact that he never expected to be defeated so miserably. Not only did he spit out blood, but he even knelt down in public. For him, as the Head of the Zhao Family, this was nothing less than a monumental humiliation.
"This grudge, I, Zhao Wuji, swear to avenge as long as I live." Zhao Wuji clenched his teeth and silently vowed. At present, his strength was inferior to Zhao Yixin's, and it was not wise to engage in direct conflict with Zhao Yixin, especially in front of such a large audience. If he started a fight with Zhao Yixin without a suitable reason, even if Patriarch Zhao himself came, he would not be able to help him. Therefore, the extremely calculating Zhao Wuji decided to bide his time and endure in silence.
