After Li Yunjing left, the main hall of Dubhe Peak plunged into a dead silence.
"Creaaak creaaak…"
Celestial Hongzi's hand tightened around the hilt of the golden magical sword, veins bulging, as the blade screeched against the ground, jarring in the quiet.
"Celestial Hongzi, Li Yunjing is coming on strong. Are you really going to accept the challenge?"
The dozens of Elders exchanged glances, with the white-haired Elder Xuankong breaking the silence first, "Rumor has it, his strength can already rival experts of the seventh and eighth heavens of the Golden Core Realm."
"Enough!"
Celestial Hongzi turned abruptly, his eyes bloodshot. "Should I cower before thousands of people and disgrace 'Dubhe Peak'?"
On 'Dubhe Peak', Mountain Patrol Disciples gathered in small groups at the foot of the mountain, whispering as they watched the slowly dimming light of the restriction.
"I still remember the scene when Yan Song fell in the last duel on the Enmity Platform…"
