No matter what, defeat was defeat, and at this moment, the crowd began to split into factions, with those belonging to the hermit sects led by Lu Qinghua cheering loudly.
For a long time, the hermit sects had been synonymous with inferior mystic arts, and were even unable to defeat common thugs.
But just now, Wang Daniu had indeed vented their frustration fiercely, and his strength also greatly surprised those present.
"The Kongtong Seven-Injury Fist didn't even scratch him, it seems it's nothing but an empty name," some rejoiced in the calamity without fear of its magnitude, adding fuel to the fire with their sarcastic remarks.
This left Wan Jun, the representative of the Beixuan Kongtong Sect, unable to save face.
"What are you standing there for? Go up and spar with him, and don't hold back," Wan Jun ordered the few carefree disciples behind her.
"Yes, Sister, we will definitely restore Kongtong's honor."
