"Wow, is little junior brother possessed by the Sword God? He's so cool and awesome!" Qin Keren excitedly clenched her cute little fists and leapt up.
Liu Dazhuang was clutching his large fists even tighter, baring his teeth and laughing loudly, "Haha, good, well done, kill the bastard!" His straightforwardness didn't surprise anyone, given his butcher background; his words were quite blunt.
Elder Yang and his disciples all had even darker expressions upon hearing this.
Luo Mi reverted to his introverted self, just smiling shyly there, seemingly even happier than if he had won himself.
Chen Daoqi appeared much more composed, but since he had always been skeptical of Chu Feng's strength, he looked as if he had been struck by thunder at the moment, his face full of shock and joy.
"You little rascal, truly a silent person who astounds with a single brilliant display!" Elder Shoumei's face suddenly beamed with pride, his withered face involuntarily blossoming with a joyful smile.
