A group of people attacked together, yet they were still no match for Zheng Ming, the surging river and the vast expanse of Changtian sky nearly claimed their lives.
Now, to fight him one on one, that was simply seeking death. Although hidden in the hearts of these youngsters was a desire to astound the world with a single feat, they weren't fools.
To go up would only be to make a spectacle of oneself, so for a while, these youngsters all lowered their heads. They dared not look into Zheng Ming's eyes, nor did they dare raise their heads, for fear of losing face too severely.
For a time, the huge empty platform became extremely quiet.
"How so? Weren't all of you being extremely loud and boisterous just a moment ago? Why are you all silent now? My Master once said to me that he doesn't know how the cultivation level of our Wanxiang Mountain's disciples fares,"
