Who Dares Fight Me?!

"Good!"

"Brother Zhang is incredible!"

"Wonderful! Brother Zhang has slain three of the Peach Mountain Swordsmen in a row. From today onward, I say they shouldn't be called the Twelve Swordsmen anymore. They should be called the Twelve Craven Cowards!"

Seeing Zhang Yang run rampant and slay three of the Twelve Swordsmen in succession,

even the Loose Immortals and demons from the south who had originally been watching coldly couldn't help but feel their morale surge. No longer remaining silent, they shouted their approval.

The Peach Mountain Swordsmen's strength had always been plain for all to see.

In full view of everyone, Zhang Yang had killed three in succession, and all of them had been nearly effortless instant kills. Even though Daoist Guangyuan had yet to show himself, it was enough for Zhang Yang to claim a top seat.

The rumors and gossip immediately vanished.

The strange looks disappeared completely.

All the True Immortals cheered for Zhang Yang.

Yet some people were puzzled.

Void Patriarch was short and childlike in appearance. His brows drew together slightly. "Although Zhang Yang's strength isn't weak, he's ultimately only a Four-Tribulation True Immortal. How can he possess such strength?"

It wasn't just him.

Many top experts on the southern bank had watched Zhang Yang slay three One-Tribulation True Immortals in succession. Along with their shock, they were all filled with doubts.

"Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Could he be concealing some profound secret?"

"Perhaps there's some hidden method within Zhang Yang's Golden Ring."

The crowd watched, a trace of gravity in their eyes.

However, Zhang Yang's slaying three of the Twelve Swordsmen of Peach Mountain was truly cause for celebration.

"'Rising Sun Sword' Fan Peng."

"'Jade Sword' Mo Junshan."

"'Azure Sun Sword' Chen Sigu."

By contrast, the northern bank fell somewhat silent, its morale