Aside from Ye Lin'er and Chen Yang, no one heard what Ye Xiu said.
At this moment, Zong Rui, Li Ran, Tajiguli, Wang Xuan, Li Meng, the Director, and the entire film crew, including Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Wu who were still tied to the trees, all felt as if they had been struck by a thunderbolt. Their faces were frozen as though their skulls had been blasted by a Heavenly Tribulation, and their minds were buzzing uncontrollably.
"He broke Ma Nanshan's blade with a single wooden stick?"
"He sent a peak Great Grandmaster flying that far with one kick, breaking over a dozen large trees in the process?"
"Is this the strength a Third or Fourth Grade Martial Artist is supposed to have? He's definitely a War God, a bona fide War God!"
Once Zong Rui and the rest of the film crew recovered their ability to think, they instantly deduced Ye Xiu's level of strength.
War God!
