Seeing this scene,
The crowd around seemed to have their hidden bloodthirsty fervor ignited from the depths of their hearts.
A pair of eyes shot forth with excited light, and as they whispered among themselves, everyone was certain that Xu Wendong was doomed this time.
This thrilling battle had already become a foregone conclusion, with the scales of victory completely tipped.
Some couldn't hold back their pleasure, clapping their hands vigorously, and shouted at the top of their lungs, "Look, this is the outcome of opposing the Cultivator Association, it's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating oneself!"
Shangguan Hong stood proudly to the side.
He slightly lifted the corners of his mouth, sketching a sinister and ominous smile akin to that of a night owl's eerie cry.
His eyes were filled with a proud confidence of having the victory in hand.
As if he could already see the tragic sight of Xu Wendong being completely consumed by the Bronze Bowl.
