Martial God Hall Plaza
An eerie silence prevailed in the square. The group of Martial Artists was so shocked that none of them could muster enough air to breathe.
"Who dares go up there?"
"It's a suicide mission!"
"As far as his attack moves, his Nine-Swords-in-a-Line trick is an immediate killer against anyone who is not a Great Grandmaster."
"And his defense? He handles that Flying Sword of his with such expertise that his Mentalist skill is so refined and subtle that one cannot even grasp his robes corner."
The Martial Artists below the stage were as silent as cicadas in winter.
Wu Po Xing, however, was extremely angry. A thunderous roar raged from his throat.
"Are you all scared already?!!"
"As Martial Artists, if you guys do not even have the courage to challenge others, what are you guys doing in martial arts practice anyway?"
"What the hell?"
