When the Shadow heavily fell to the ground, Wang Tong, Zhen Jing, and the others had shocked expressions on their faces.
They stared wide-eyed, in disbelief at the scene before them.
Wang Tong clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, as anger and unwillingness burned like flames in his heart.
"How can this be? Lord Shadow actually lost!" Wang Tong said through gritted teeth.
Zhen Jing's face was also extremely grim.
He originally thought that with Shadow around, Xu Wendong was bound to die without a doubt.
But now the situation had taken such a drastic turn.
It's hard to accept.
"What kind of luck did this Xu Wendong have to get a powerhouse like Han Hexiang to step in for him," Zhen Jing's face was twisted, almost grinding his back teeth to pieces.
Though Han Hexiang had previously spread the word about taking Xu Wendong as a disciple,
the two had not held any disciple ceremony.
Simply put,
there was no mentor-disciple bond between them.
