"Oh my heavens, what just happened?"
"I heard the Purple-robed Dragon King went to the Central Square to fight Shen Zhong!"
The clash between the elder and the younger, the ripples from their duel, shook half of Lingjing City.
In an instant, the whole city shook!
Some looked up at the Central Square from afar, while others braved the fierce snowstorm, rushing to the scene as fast as they could.
Not far from the Central Square, inside a teahouse, Qin Hao and direct disciples from the Nine Sects had gathered for tea.
Many cups on the table were knocked to the ground by the earlier energy waves, making several originally relaxed people move towards the window to gaze at the vaguely visible square through the blizzard.
Unlike them, who appeared to enjoy the spectacle, Qin Hao frowned slightly. Despite holding a teacup to feign composure, his other hand clenched tightly at the hem of his clothes, his knuckles turning white.
