"Fine, I agree!" Provoked by Chu Kuangren, the already proud and arrogant Beiming Sang stopped hesitating and agreed outright.
He did not believe he would lose.
His long string of victories had given him tremendous confidence. Moreover, the trident in his hand was a Quasi-Emperor Weapon. With his strength and this Quasi-Emperor Weapon, even a Great Saint would have to give him a wide berth.
He felt that Chu Kuangren could not beat him.
In fact, Beiming Sang was not the only one who thought so. Every member of the Scale Tribe believed Chu Kuangren could not defeat him.
"The young master's strength shakes heaven and earth. With the trident, even a Saint would meet a bitter end. How could Chu Kuangren compare to him?"
"Exactly. He can just wait to lose."
"This man counts as an unparalleled Heavenly Pride on land. He reached the Supreme Being level at such a young age, and rumor has it that he can even stand alongside Saints. Unfortunately, he's run into the young master. He's destined to lose!"
The Scale Tribe members discussed among themselves.
The Saints on the island were also very curious.
They knew Chu Kuangren's combat strength, but Beiming Sang's strength could not be underestimated either. With a Quasi-Emperor Weapon added to the mix, perhaps the power he could unleash really could rival Chu Kuangren's?
"Come on!"
Beiming Sang swung his trident. A terrifying water Daoist Rhyme erupted, turning into a heaven-shaking torrent that surged toward Chu Kuangren.
This move alone was no weaker than a Saint's strike.
Chu Kuangren used no weapon. He simply raised his hand and struck with his palm.
The wildly violent Human Mountain Seal Art erupted instantly. Its terrifying force crushed outward like a Divine Mountain, shattering the torrent.
Beiming Sang's eyes lit up at