Little Stone Tan Ji?
What an ancient alias that was! It must have been the name he'd blurted out on a whim when he fought Gou Wuyue in Eight Palaces Town, inspired in the moment, right? "Uh..."
Xu Xiaoshou's mouth twitched, and he nearly failed to hold back his laughter.
He had originally been somewhat stirred by the Fengdu manifestations—the River of Forgetfulness, the Bridge of the Other Shore, and the like.
After all, no matter who had used the Ghost Sword Technique before, it had never caused such a tremendous spectacle.
What was more, the one descending from the bridge was merely an insignificant will, and had not even drawn his sword yet.
He collected himself, unaffected by the Holy Emperor's pressure, and said blandly:
"Hua Changdeng?"
One stone stirred a thousand waves!
After a brief deathly silence, the comments of the millions watching through Golden Apricot exploded into a frenzied flood:
"Ghost Sword Immortal, Hua Changdeng?!"
"The only one among the previous generation's Seven Sword Immortals who ever lost to Ba Zunan?"
"No, brother, you can't put it that way... Everyone said there was something fishy about the battle between the Eighth Sword Immortal and Hua Changdeng. How can you so arbitrarily claim that the Eighth Sword Immortal lost?"
"Everyone said? Who said it?"
"Exactly! Never mind the process, the result is all that matters. A loss is a loss. Dogs from the Eastern Region, stop barking!"
"Where the hell are you? Dare to reveal your location? I'll come find you for a one-on-one right now!"
"Stop arguing! Matchmaker, get closer. We can't see this guy's face at all. Master Shou is fooling us, isn't he?"
"..."
In the Golden Apricot feed, the figure walking down from the Bridge of the Other Shore had indeed solidified somewhat, but