"Yes! Young Master will definitely win!" the Tu Clan's twenty people shouted in unison. Two old men were standing in the front. They were dressed in embroidered-robes. However, they had revealed deep worry on their faces.
"Gu Duxing, do you feel relieved now?" Tu Qianhao turned around. His two blazing eyes looked at Gu Duxing as he called out in a stern voice.
The scornful look on Gu Duxing's face slowly subsided. And, it was replaced by a kind of respect instead… a respect for a true warrior! So, he got serious, and asked, "Tu Qianhao, why are you doing this?"
