In the livestream.
Feng Hetang and the others saw this scene and cheered, each of them thrilled beyond measure.
"Hahaha, as expected of our big brother! That bunch of illiterates could tie themselves together and still wouldn't be a match for him."
"Some idiots thought our big brother would lose and get eliminated. They had no idea they were dreaming."
"How could a bunch of illiterates possibly put up a fight? Do they think a pile of ants can beat an elephant if they team up?"
"Beat my ass! One stomp would kill a whole bunch of them."
"Looks like our big brother really is invincible. He'll soon rule the Cloud Sky Realm, make a name for himself, and maybe even become a king."
"Hahaha, our status will rise right along with his. When the time comes, we just have to announce our leader's name and those frauds will be scared shitless!"
"Keep a low profile. Lower. The lower, the better. If we're too high-profile, people will think we're arrogant."
The people of the Pingtian Sect were smug with pride. Xia Ping's battle had struck fear into countless people. He had defeated over a hundred opponents with effortless gestures. Anywhere else, he would have been hailed as a prodigy.
What an impressive record!
"Come on, speak up! Anyone want to jump in and say something?" Feng Hetang shouted. "Earlier, people were saying my big brother was done for, that this mob of furious contestants would beat him senseless and knock him out. They cited all sorts of theories and sounded so convincing that I almost believed them."
"So what about now? How do you explain this? Any grandmasters want to analyze the situation?"
"Did those people get paid to let my big brother beat them with a few casual gestures?"