Shangguan Hao stood with his hands behind his back, chest puffed out, head held high—a splendid image of a master, fitting of the so-called King of Stones.
With the way he presented himself at that moment, it was lucky there weren't many women around, or they would have undoubtedly fallen under his spell.
Indeed, even some of the men present were so impressed by Shangguan Hao's demeanor that they couldn't help but let out a series of shrill screams.
Even Yang Xiao, looking at Shangguan Hao, couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration well up inside him.
One must have great confidence in oneself to utter such words during a stone cutting, and even the phrase "with great assurance" would hardly do justice to describe Shangguan Hao's state at that time!
Sadly, Shangguan Hao's opponent was him, the luck-defying him.
Shangguan Hao's defeat was already sealed; even if he possessed extraordinary abilities, he was still doomed to lose.
