As Xuan Yuan Jingxiu pondered, many people at the scene, along with countless viewers watching the livestream, began discussing what had happened.
"Holy crap, these 'birdmen' from the Western World are way too arrogant! They're clearly looking down on Miss Zhu, and on Huaxia as a whole!"
"Exactly! And they even said they weren't afraid to fight their so-called Son of God? They're way too cocky!"
"That's not quite fair. Didn't the one with three pairs of wings say Miss Zhu was at the Eighth Level of the Forming Yuan Stage? If they know she's already at the Eighth Level and still look so confident, then their Son of God's cultivation must be above the Eighth Level!"
"That's true. Otherwise, they'd never let their Son of God challenge Miss Zhu. Still, I never expected Miss Zhu to have reached the Eighth Level of the Forming Yuan Stage. That's incredible. No wonder she defeated Song Jingchen, who was only at the Third Level of the Forming Yuan Stage, with such ease—and Tao Kecheng, who had easily beaten Song Jingchen, too. So she was already at the Eighth Level!"
"This situation's tricky. Like you said, they know Miss Zhu is at the Eighth Level of the Forming Yuan Stage, yet they still dare to have their Son of God challenge her. That proves he's definitely above the Eighth Level. If Miss Zhu accepts, she'll probably... probably lose. But if she refuses, she'll look cowardly and lose face."
"Exactly. They've come all this way to flaunt their power and issue a direct challenge. If she doesn't dare accept, won't they just laugh at us?"
As the others discussed the matter, countless thoughts raced through Xuan Yuan Jingxiu's mind. Soon, he looked up at Cales and smiled. "There's no question of whether we