"It wasn't that man—it was Li Xing!" Uncle Tang abruptly looked up toward the Treasure Pavilion's hall, surprise flashing in his eyes.
"Defeated in one move." The Silk-Robed Youth, whose face had been dark with anger, felt his pupils contract at the sight, a flash of horror crossing his eyes.
An uproar erupted!
All along the surrounding streets, passing pedestrians stared in disbelief at Li Xing, who had fallen to the ground and was coughing up great mouthfuls of blood.
"What? Li Xing actually lost?"
"How is that possible? Li Xing is a five-star peak Ancestral God, and he can also draw on Heavenly Origin City's great formation. Dealing with a six-star Ancestral God should be no problem at all, yet this man defeated him in one move. Could he be something more than a six-star Ancestral God?"
"Hiss! You really can't judge a man by his appearance. He looks so young, yet he's so powerful."
The pedestrians' faces were filled with shock, and their gazes toward Qin Hao now brimmed with profound awe.
Even Li Xing had been sent flying in one move. Had it been them, they probably would not even have known how they died. Some took pleasure in his misfortune, too. Ever since Li Hongkai, the Imperial Guard's grand commander, had entered the Imperial Palace, Deputy Commander Li Xing had thrown his weight around incessantly.
He had caused no end of trouble in Heavenly Origin City, and many people had long resented him. Now, witnessing this scene, they could not help looking delighted.
"Uncle Tang."
The Silk-Robed Youth calmed down and looked through the Treasure Pavilion's entrance at the young man inside the hall, who stood with his hands behind his back and an indifferent expression, as though what he had just done had required