Li Jinghua watched Chen Xiaojun, then turned to the others and asked with a measure of composure, "Tang Xiao has beaten three people in a row, and his momentum is soaring. Young Master Xiao should be confident of winning against him, right?"
Although he had witnessed Chen Xiaojun's flowing footwork and extraordinary speed, as well as the prowess of his follower Zhu Wuneng, a prodigious genius capable of fighting above his level, the doubts in his heart had yet to disappear entirely.
There was no trace of worry on anyone's face. Clearly, their faith in Chen Xiaojun was unquestionable. Even Mu Zilian was no exception, merely standing quietly to one side.
Zhu Wuneng glanced at Tang Xiao, a contemptuous smile curling his lips. "Him? He's digging his own grave. The young master only needs to twitch his fingers to crush him."
At the mention of Chen Xiaojun, Xixi, who had remained silent until then, said with a faint smile, "Wuneng, aren't you exaggerating a little? I think he'd need at least one palm."
With a surge of soul power, Tang Xiao activated his martial rings. His two yellow and one purple soul rings-the ideal configuration-gleamed in the sunlight, displaying the foundation of his confidence.
Holding the Clear Sky Hammer, he pointed it straight at Chen Xiaojun and declared, "Tang Xiao, level 33 power attack system Soul Elder. Please instruct me!"
Chen Xiaojun leaned forward slightly and reached out with his right hand. An ornate, noble Chun Jun Sword instantly appeared in his grasp. His voice was calm and confident. "Xiao Hongchen, level 39 Battle Soul Elder. Please!"
His words sent the entire crowd into an uproar.
"Young Master Xiao's soul power is so high!"
"That's hardly surprising, is it? He looks fifteen or sixteen."
"Not necessarily. Absorbing soul rings