It was a long while before Hong Qigong finally suppressed his excitement, though turbulent undercurrents still churned in his heart, leaving him unable to calm down.
As for Ouyang Feng and all his disciples, it was as though they had been struck by a heaven-shaking bolt of lightning. They could not believe it; their entire bodies went numb!
What was going on? What in the world was going on? What was that little child doing?!
Everyone was plunged into utter disbelief, feeling as if the sun had risen in the west!
He was only a seven- or eight-year-old child, yet he had swept aside so many of them all by himself. This... was simply unbelievable!
Only after a long time did Ouyang Feng finally crawl out of the mountainside, staggering so badly that he could barely walk straight!
He was a dignified Land Immortal—when had he ever been beaten into such a state? He could not understand it, could not understand it at all!
Hong Qigong slapped his thigh and laughed heartily, his face glowing red. "Well, Ouyang Feng? Are you convinced now?"
"What convinced or not convinced? I don't even know how to write the word 'convinced'!" Though Ouyang Feng had suffered a crushing defeat, he still clenched his teeth and stubbornly refused to admit it!
Chen Xiaofan spoke again. "Then how about another round?"
With one sentence, the rocks split and the heavens were shocked!
All of Ouyang Feng's disciples instantly scrambled away head over heels, fleeing as though their soles had been greased, vanishing without a trace.
Ouyang Feng's heart jolted, and he hurriedly waved his hands. "No, no, no! No more! We're not competing anymore!"
He had been utterly crushed twice in a row, and they were supposed to compete again?
This child was definitely no