As Bai Qiyu appeared once more, fighting spirit radiated from his entire body.
Xiong Fen and son, along with several bricklaying masters, were overjoyed, clenching their fists in excitement!
"Unscathed indeed—worthy of Lord Bai!"
"Lord Bai is unharmed. If he can unleash that terrifying fist technique again, the victor will be decided!"
"This battle is truly terrifying!"
Though they were a hundred li away, the young nobleman still heard their voices clearly.
He paid no mind to the chatter of such ants.
Only when he looked at the bald-headed young man before him, whose fighting spirit blazed fiercely, did appreciation show in his eyes. At the same time, he continued probing with his words, brimming with a powerhouse's confidence.
"You truly are strong!"
"With cultivation like yours, you are more than capable of dominating a region. No wonder your subordinates were so confident, and even possessed such fine treasures."
"But your cultivation is surely beneath mine. The outcome was decided long ago. We have fought fiercely for nearly an hour and a half already—how much longer can you hold on? I am quite curious!"
Wearing an incomparably confident smile, the young nobleman stood still with his arms folded, as though assessing a junior.
Yet Bai Qiyu suddenly froze.
"An hour and a half..."
"You said we have been fighting for an hour and a half?!"
The young nobleman's smile deepened, and he watched him with a teasing look.
"Are you surprised as well?"
"Indeed. With your cultivation, being able to battle me until now means you have truly pushed yourself to the limit. Even if you lose shortly, you can still take pride in it!"
As they watched him smile faintly and chuckle, wearing the shrewd smile of someone who held everything in his grasp—
Xiong Fen and the others