Inside the restaurant, when Ling Qianbi saw Huang Dong collapse to the ground in convulsions, his shock made him let out a rather shrill cry.
"This... is impossible!"
As Ling Qianbi's emotions surged violently, the spirit mirror he had formed with a secret art instantly shattered.
"Huang Dong even used that Acquired Spirit Treasure. How could he possibly lose?"
"Huang Dong's cultivation technique was no weaker than Di Kuohai's, and he had an Acquired Spirit Treasure in terms of equipment. His combat experience was incomparably rich, and his cultivation far surpassed his opponent's. How could he lose?"
The rough-featured Luan Da took a deep breath. "But Huang Dong truly... lost!"
"Moreover, there is one thing you got wrong. This Di Kuohai's divine abilities and cultivation techniques are far beyond anything Huang Dong can compare with! Huang Dong only had an overwhelming advantage in cultivation. If they had been at the same level, Huang Dong probably would not even have had the chance to make a move!" Luan Da's face was solemn.
"Then Luan Da, can you defeat this Di Kuohai?" Ling Qianbi suddenly asked.
"Me?"
Luan Da gave a bitter smile. "You should be asking how long I can hold out against Di Kuohai, not whether I can defeat him! With Di Kuohai's elusive divine abilities, coupled with the Thunderlight Escape Art and Evil Slaying Divine Thunder, my chances of defeating him are minuscule!"
"So this brat is just going to flatten all four of us? Little Leopard, Huang Dong, you, and me?" Ling Qianbi said.
At that, Luan Da shook his head. "I have no hope, but if you make a move, it is hard to say!"
Ling Qianbi froze. "That method of mine is best left unused if possible!"
Luan Da said nothing, merely turning his gaze toward