"I was indeed a frog at the bottom of the well; Junior Brother Lin cannot be assessed by common logic."
Di Qian also wore a smile on his face. Although he was wrong and was humiliated, he hoped such humbling would happen more often.
"Senior Brother Lin's strength..."
In his shock, Meng Xing softly murmured a sentence. He knew his strength was inferior to Senior Brother Lin, and he feared it would be hard to catch up. However, he didn't expect the gap to widen so much.
How long has it been? Senior Brother Lin can already fight with a martial artist at the Great Success in Viscera Cultivation stage.
No, it's not just a fight; it's a complete one-sided crush.
Hou Zhantian's old face also carried a smile, his gaze directed towards a certain direction where a pale-faced old man stood, the Vice Island Master of the Nansha Three Islands.
In the stands, several youths had their mouths slightly agape, their eyes still filled with disbelief.
