"What? Earl Xingyi hurled a spear through the air and slashed the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint, the Northwest King?"
"Have you heard? Earl Xingyi wounded the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint before everyone's eyes—he bled a lot!"
"Earl Xingyi defeated the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint!"
"What nonsense are you spouting? Earl Xingyi is only at True Image—how could he make the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint bleed, much less defeat him? Besides, the two have no grudge against each other. Why would they fight? What? You saw it with your own eyes? Then I have to believe you. Do you know why?"
"Love turned to hate?"
"My second granduncle's neighbor's uncle has a friend who specializes in delivering charcoal to Hanging Temple. He said it himself, so it can't be wrong! That woman was really luscious!"
"The Sand River surged muddily and mightily, but it was far inferior to the Huai River's clear, nourishing waters."
"Where did it get cut?"
"What are you doing?"
"Going to take a look. Maybe we can catch a glimpse of its divine bearing!"
"Let's go together!"
The Dragon King made his rounds.
Liang Qu descended on the wind, wielding Fubo to cleave open a deep gorge. He had even cast a boulder into the sea of people, raising enormous waves. The entire Datong Prefecture was shaken, surging and boiling with excitement. Some even headed to the gorge to glimpse a trace of that divine bearing! It had been many years since there had been such a sensational topic of conversation.
Setting aside the busybodies who spread rumors, more of those who had witnessed it firsthand pieced together a corner of the truth from that evening.
Experts had exchanged moves!
Considering that Zhang Longxiang had made no move to evade beneath countless watching eyes, this exchange had