Tao Junhe, Gu Hanjing, Zhao Xihe, and the others were all heirs of prestigious sects, young and accomplished.
Wherever they went, they basked in boundless glory.
Now that Chen Yi had overshadowed them, they naturally felt displeased.
The Jianghu guests, however, were still shaken.
They had only come to watch the spectacle, never expecting to be cowed by someone's Dao realm.
Had there not been so many experts present, had that "Liu Wu" intended to strike, how would they have differed from fish on a chopping block?
For a time, the previously clamorous Jianghu guests all fell silent.
The Old Beggar, dressed in tattered hemp robes, watched the retreating backs of Chen Yi, Liu Lang, and Yuan Liu'er and murmured with feeling:
"Dragon Tiger... Liu Wu..."
Beside him, the young swordsman recalled the scene he had witnessed at Puyin Temple and nodded slightly.
"He's stronger than when he killed Du Cang last time."
"The same goes for his sparring match with Shui Hetong of the Wind and Rain Tower."
The Old Beggar reined in his presence, reached up to rub some grime from beneath his arm, and shook his head.
"Strength is secondary. What matters is the bearing he displayed just now."
"To dare what no one else under heaven dares—how overbearing is that?"
"You must understand that today is the day the two earthly immortals, White Immortal and Snow Sword Lord, are sparring. Who here would dare act out of turn?"
"Even that 'East Extreme Swordsman' and 'Blade Maniac' only dared exchange words earlier. They wouldn't, and didn't dare, come to blows here."
The young swordsman's gaze settled on "East Extreme Swordsman" Tao Junhe. His hand twitched, his fighting spirit clearly becoming difficult to contain.
Yet he only entertained the thought, not daring to act rashly either.
Realizing this,