"Hm?"
Wanli Xingsun froze, staring blankly at Hong Yu's sudden laughter. He was completely baffled. 'What's this guy laughing about? Has he gone mad?'
Hong Yu, who had just been continuously bombarded by earthen cannons in mid-air, was now making no move to dodge. He simply stood in place.
He allowed the earthen cannons, falling like raindrops, to blast toward him.
"Is he looking for death?"
"Could it be that Hong Yu knows he can't break through Wanli Xingsun's attacks and is just waiting to die?"
"D-don't tell me this is as far as Hong Yu can go? A Hundred-Foot Divine Statue? Hmm, but I guess that's about right. It's already impressive for a new True Dragon to leave a Divine Statue. For Hong Yu to leave a hundred-foot one... he's already won over most of us with his astonishing talent!"
The crowd murmured amongst themselves, analyzing the situation.
