"Brother, that was amazing!"
After Wu Chen and his men left in disgrace, Wang Xingjian broke into a smile of both shock and delight.
Although Zou Feng already had an impressive public combat record, he had, after all, only 'just' advanced to Eighth Grade.
And yet, he held such a clear advantage against a veteran Eighth Grade Martial Artist like Wu Chen?
"Brother Wang, you flatter me. The truth is, Wu Chen's skills are unrefined. He's just an Eighth Grade Martial Artist who's all flash and no substance!"
Of course, Zou Feng hadn't acted just to show off in public or to earn Wang Xingjian's admiration.
He had stepped forward to personally resolve the "cause" he had sown, and also to add some new names to the List of Gods.
Now that his Black Tortoise Sea-Suppressing Force had reached the level of Refined Skill, the side effects from Zou Feng's cultivation were becoming outrageous.
