The Three Little Ones were shocked beyond words.
This was far stronger than the Old Dean, wasn't it?!
Long Aotian's face darkened. "I really underestimated the Elder Council."
Lu Chengwen clenched his fists. "Those sons of bitches."
Zhao Ritian was thrilled. "Go, Master! Beat that bastard to death!"
Even the image blurred.
Beneath a mass of blazing light, Hun Tiangang's figure was little more than an outline. His tattered old robe whipped wildly in the wind, his entire body swallowed by the radiance.
Song Sheng Chaoying was massively built, his true qi vast as the sea. His strength left everyone in awe.
Lu Chengwen clenched his fists. "Master won't be hurt, will he?"
Long Aotian turned to look at the three Old Man Wus. They had stopped eating and drinking as well, all staring at the sky.
"No. If there were a problem, they'd join forces."
Lu Chengwen was still worried.
He felt that the three Old Man Wus could only trust Master.
Because Chou Baihen and his men were nearby, while Ugly Slave and the Elder Council's people stood on the other side.
If the three of them went up to help, the balance would be broken and the situation would spiral out of control.
Besides... this duel held enormous significance for the entire martial world—or rather, for Yan Zhao Sect's Three Heroes.
Whether Hun Tiangang was still the Number One Under Heaven mattered greatly to everyone.
From the way the three Old Man Wus spoke, Song Sheng Chaoying had merely been a kid to them back then. Yet his current strength had thoroughly astonished everyone.
Less than half a minute passed, but to those watching, it seemed as long as a century.
The Elder Council's people all stared fixedly ahead, desperate for a victory.
A victory where the