The commotion quickly spread.
All the cultivators around the black and yellow tower knew that divine Lord Tang and the young master of Lingyang mountain were in conflict. They rushed over excitedly to see what was going on. On one hand, they wanted to watch the show. On the other hand, they wanted to witness divine Lord Tang's glory.
"This young master Ling yang was a figure from a few hundred years ago. He was indeed a monster back then and had a powerful father. However, no matter how powerful he is, can he be more powerful than divine Lord Tang? You see, they're not on the same level at all!"
"This guy is so unlucky. How did he bump into divine Lord Tang?"
The cultivators gathered in all four directions and looked at the center of the field from afar as they discussed in low voices.
When they looked at young master Ling yang, their gazes were mostly filled with sympathy and pity.
