The players' hearts were burning hot.
They suddenly realized.
As long as you are strong enough, you can completely ignore all the rules and crush all authority!
In their eyes, the seemingly indestructible, impregnable Mount Songh Sect!
Under Ding Ling's Drumming Golden Hammer, it was completely vulnerable, defeated at the first blow!
This is the absolute gap in strength!
And the strength they were so proud of, to Ding Ling, was as fragile as ants shaking a tree or eggs hitting iron!
Ding Ling completely ignored them!
He might not even know if they were natives or players!
Because in Ding Ling's view, they were no different from natives, perhaps even inferior.
Thinking of this.
The players felt lost, dejected, gloomy, and envious, amazed, and jealous.
No need to say much about their loss.
Envious and jealous of everything Ding Ling had achieved in such a short time!
They also wished to roam the Jianghu like Ding Ling, the Smiling, Proud Wanderer!
