"Li boy, what nonsense are you spouting? With someone like you, how could you possibly defeat Luo Zhun?" Zhang Qingwen shouted just as loudly.
The matter of the two men's cultivation realms had been overheard by some sharp-eared people the moment they began fighting.
At those words, everyone froze.
They truly had not considered that point before.
"Who knows?"
Qin Shaofeng's laughter did not diminish in the slightest. His voice carried far as well. "All I saw was your man lose. Are you trying to deny it?"
He shamelessly seized upon the word "victory."
Zhan Zuixin and the four highest-ranking figures of Tianbei City all wore strange expressions.
But they were all people of Beitian.
Qin Shaofeng had clearly forced the outcome of a battle they had been least likely to win into a victory.
Under such circumstances, their pride was already worth nothing.
Zhan Zuixin was the first to shout, "Although Luo Zhun only lost by half a move, he lost nonetheless. Since that is the case, the contest for Chongming Pool has finally come to an end."
"Zhang Qingwen, according to our previous agreement, your Cloud Immortal Hall and all forces under Cangming Palace are forbidden from harboring further designs on Chongming Pool of Beitian. Otherwise, we will regard it as your declaration of war against Beitian!"
"Beitian has guarded the far northern reaches of the Cangming Realm for so many years. We have never feared even the Ghost Corpse Race. If you dare provoke us again, then go ahead and see whether Beitian fears you!"
Zhan Zuixin's words rang sonorous and forceful.
In the past,
Zhan Zuixin truly had not been qualified to say such things.
Yet he had often fantasized about it in his heart.
Now that he finally had the chance, he spoke lines he