Next day.
A spring snow arrived unexpectedly.
Thin as willow fluff, swirling and floating, gradually whitening the head of the ancient city of Lingjing City.
Early in the morning.
Whether in teahouses or taverns, or on the streets and alleys, everyone was heatedly discussing last night's events of Chen Yang wreaking havoc at Green Mountain Lake.
Even Dongzhao Marquis couldn't escape unscathed!!
"Where exactly is the ceiling of Shen Zhong's strength? Could it possibly be at the peak of Fight Transposition?"
"What are you thinking? Only in his thirties, how could he reach such a level? The fact is that Dongzhao Marquis was injured, greatly diminishing his strength; otherwise, such a veteran strongman wouldn't be so easy to kill."
"There are rumors saying that the Nine Sects have estimated that Shen Zhong's strength is likely at the early peak of Fight Transposition, coupled with abundant combat experience, making him hard to defeat."
