Zhou Duoduo's fully charged kick slammed savagely into Mu Ying, and cheers erupted below the Martial Platform like roaring mountains and crashing seas. Countless voices overlapped, making everyone's eardrums tremble: "Kick her again! Kick her to death!"
These watching disciples had long resented Mu Ying's usual behavior. On top of that, her earlier schemes had dragged them down and left them penniless. Now that they saw her getting a vicious beating, all their pent-up resentment erupted. They simply could not ease the hatred in their hearts without shouting a few words.
At the edge of the Martial Platform, Odin and Rahhan's eyes burned red. Watching the woman they cherished being brutalized onstage, the fury in their chests erupted like a volcano, almost bursting through the tops of their heads.
Unable to restrain themselves any longer, they screamed curses at the stage, their faces flushed with righteous indignation. They wanted nothing more than to rush up and tear Zhou Duoduo apart.
But Zhou Duoduo could not even be bothered to spare them a glance. Her kicks lost none of their force as she continued pummeling Mu Ying. Finally, she turned around at her leisure and raised her middle finger high at Odin and Rahhan, flicking it contemptuously in a brazen display of provocation.
It was no different from rubbing salt into their wounds. Odin and Rahhan trembled with fury, smoke practically pouring from all seven orifices, but the people around them held them firmly back. They could only rage where they stood.
Meanwhile, this heart-stopping battle was being projected live through the Sect Formation into the major cities under the Misty Sect's jurisdiction.
Countless cultivators and disciples stopped to gaze up at the images in midair, all of them dumbstruck and inwardly shocked:
*How could Zhou Duoduo, renowned outside the