After all, everyone had seen Gao Menhu's strength with their own eyes. Daring to challenge Gao Menhu? Everyone thought this man named Yang Chen had gone mad.
No matter who Yang Chen truly was, in their eyes, Gao Menhu was invincible. From beginning to end, he had suffered almost no defeats.
When battling the Underworld ghostly creatures of the Extreme Yin Land, Gao Menhu had also amassed glorious military achievements. As a commander, he slaughtered in all directions—such things were commonplace for him.
Moreover, as the River God King's personal disciple, whether in status or strength, Gao Menhu stood as a lofty favored son of heaven.
Challenge someone like that? How could there possibly be any chance of victory?
The matter quickly spread, yet even more people believed that this so-called Yang Chen was merely a clown jumping on the stage.
After all, over the years, there had been no shortage of people who tried to challenge Gao Menhu in hopes of soaring to the heavens in a single bound. Yet without exception, every one of them had met a tragic end.
When Gao Menhu dealt with enemies, he was usually swift and decisive. More often than not, he defeated them in a single move, rarely dragging things out.
And after claiming victory, what Gao Menhu left behind was often nothing more than an invincible silhouette.
The discussions outside grew louder and louder, and Yang Chen's name spread completely. It was just that most people believed Yang Chen had challenged Gao Menhu solely to make a name for himself.
Yang Chen knew nothing of this.
In his eyes, cultivation was more important.
After all, if he went to the Extreme Yin Land, he would inevitably face countless dangers. Crossing that place was even more difficult beyond words.
Since ancient times,