A crescent moon rose.
News that Zheng Juexiong had been defeated and slain by Fang Xuan, master of the East Hall, at Pingjiang Riverside spread like a blizzard of goose feathers, completely blanketing all of Pingjiang City.
For a time, the entire city was in uproar!
Tiger Sprint Hand Zheng Juexiong had dominated Pingjiang City for decades. Not only was he the South Hall Master of the Black Whale Gang, he was also one of the great experts of the entire city!
Even across all of Yan Province, quite a few people had heard of Tiger Sprint Hand's name.
Before this great battle had ended,
no one had expected Zheng Juexiong, a dignified First Heavenly Gate Great Perfection expert, to be defeated by Fang Xuan, who was only nineteen years old!
Even now, Zheng Juexiong's corpse was still floating upon the eight-hundred-li Ping River, with no one willing to collect it!
The moment this news emerged, Pingjiang City was thoroughly shaken!
And Zheng Juexiong's defeat and death had thrust Fang Xuan's name squarely into the eye of the storm!
For the first time, Fang Xuan's name shook Pingjiang City!
Within the city,
inside Black Whale Courtyard, where the plaque reading "Righteous Sea Cloud Sky" hung,
Long Huaxing sat in a large sandalwood chair, dressed in a long robe, his eyes slightly closed.
His aged hands continuously rolled Buddhist prayer beads.
"Gang Leader."
As Uncle Rong entered the main hall, Long Huaxing's fingers paused on the beads. He opened his eyes and looked at Uncle Rong with some anticipation. "A-Rong, who won this duel?"
Uncle Rong softly uttered two words. "Fang Xuan."
Upon hearing this, Long Huaxing's eyes narrowed slightly, and the hand clutching his prayer beads trembled almost imperceptibly.
"Then Fang Xuan must have won only with great difficulty, yes?