The other strong warriors echoed.
For a moment, various accusations and curses rose and fell like dense drumbeats.
A middle-aged martial artist in strong attire crossed his arms, a mocking curve at the corner of his mouth that seemed to overflow, his gaze as if looking at a self-overestimating clown.
An elderly woman with white hair gently shook her head and sighed, her face full of helplessness, muttering to herself: "This child is too unaware of his limits, truly young and reckless!"
"If this guy had even a single peanut, he wouldn't say such arrogant words!"
Some young and energetic cultivators could no longer suppress the anger in their hearts, surrounded by flashing light, they began to mobilize the True Qi within their bodies, preparing to launch an attack.
The surging True Qi was like turbulent waves, carrying endless power, roaring as if intending to completely drown Xu Wendong, crushing his intent to resist into dust.
