The arena was deathly silent. Zhou Anbang shot to his feet with a clench of his fists, his face unsightly.
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect such a turn of events. He had thought that with the eight-clawed purple owl, situ kuangjian would win this competition without a doubt. He would also be able to honor the trust of others and smoothly help the situ family rise to the position of a second rank family. Who would've thought that these spirit beasts would appear and smash the eight-clawed purple owl and situ kuangjian to the ground in a few moves.
Old master Zhou looked at situ kuangjian, who was lying face up on the ground. His hands and feet were still twitching, and old master Zhou's heart was also twitching. These spirit beasts looked ordinary, but he knew that they were not that simple. If they were really ordinary spirit beasts, how could they have such strong combat power?
