True Martial Pavilion was packed with people.
Cold Moon, first on the Earth Ranking, was fighting his first battle since dominating the top spot!
That spectacle alone was enough to draw a considerable crowd.
What was more, Cold Moon's opponent this time was a Flame Clan member who had recently risen to fame in Golden Summit Hall—a woman whose name had previously been unknown.
There was no denying it: anywhere, people instinctively harbored hostility toward a newly rising faction or power.
If not for Jiang Feng's formidable reputation keeping them in check, one could be certain that during the time the Flame Clan members had joined the Hall's outer sect, countless disputes would have broken out.
Yet in the end, even though Jiang Feng had ordered his clansmen not to stir up conflicts and strictly forbade them from bullying others with their influence or strength, he could not stop those who already bore hostility toward him from deliberately provoking, opposing, or even plotting against the Flame Clan members!
Such as Cold Moon. Such as Mo Wushuang!
Most of those who had come were simply here to watch the show. Whoever won or lost had nothing to do with them.
But what they wanted to see even more was the newcomers being suppressed; they wanted to see the newcomers showing reverence toward the old hands, rather than displaying their sharp edge.
Thus, although most of them disliked Cold Moon, they still hoped he would win.
Of course, in their eyes, Cold Moon's victory was inevitable.
After all, Cold Moon's strength had been tested and proven time and again.
An ordinary outer disciple at the peak of the ninth level of the First Void Realm was absolutely no match for him.
Of course, not everyone present was a supporter of Cold Moon.