"Why are you still guessing? Master must have won!"
Zhou Kuangtian's disciples looked coldly at the crowd, noting their increasingly lively discussion, and their faces showed a trace of dissatisfaction.
Their master was the strongest person on Xiang Island. These onlookers just didn't dare to challenge their own master.
"With Jiulong Mountain's water veins supporting my master, even a Mystic Sect expert would have to retreat."
"There's only one Mystic Sect in the world, but precisely because of this, it's impossible to verify the truth. If Lin Beichen is truly from the Mystic Sect, the outcome is still uncertain. But what if he's lying?"
"He killed Qin Wenwu and really thinks he's invincible?"
"Qin Wenwu claimed to be the top Chinese overseas, but how many people gave him face out of fear of the Golden Mountain Sect?
Others may fear Qin Wenwu, but my master does not."
As Zhou Kuangtian's nominal disciples argued, the cultivators around began to fall silent.
