Time passed bit by bit.
The wind grew hotter, even the mist from the waterfall became stuffy and oppressive.
Ding Yu's pants stuck to him, completely soaked through.
He waited for more than ten minutes again.
By this time, it was completely past noon, around 12:30.
A wealthy spectator took out a pocket watch from the West to confirm the current time.
Then looking at the Dangshan Tiger, a slight mockery inevitably appeared in their heart.
"Perhaps the Golden Wing Pavilion never intended to fight him, they were just playing and teasing him?" someone guessed.
"Let's go, there's nothing to watch."
"Disperse, it's boring now."
After watching so many times, everyone had actually figured out what kind of person the Dangshan Tiger was.
This guy was just a martial arts fanatic and a fierce man.
Previously, he continuously ambushed caravans and attacked passing groups just to provoke Wushan Prefecture into sending experts.
