Someone slapped those who were shouting, finally waking them from their controlled state.
However, the situation had already been decided, and it was irreversible.
When those people came to their senses, they had no idea what had just happened.
Even when someone said they had just shouted, "Master Xu rocks," they still didn't believe it and thought those people were messing with them.
But Xu Hao extended his hand, took back the stele, and smiled slightly at the Saint of Fist, "You lost."
A flash of shock passed through the Saint of Fist's eyes, and with a trembling voice, he said, "I really didn't expect that you could control such a magical treasure; even when you used it, I didn't know how to stop you."
"Enough with the useless talk, hurry up and call me grandpa. Afterward, I'll defeat you, so I can go back and rest." Xu Hao said calmly, as if defeating the Saint of Fist was a trivial matter.
