Upon hearing Ling Han's words, the cultivators on the opposing side hurriedly shook their heads.
Even Mi Wenbai couldn't withstand a single strike from Ling Han, so anyone who dared to step forward would naturally be instantly defeated by him as well. If they allowed Ling Han to stay on for three more battles, that would simply be a matter of him throwing three more punches. At that time, another three veins of ores would be taken away by him.
"Ling Han? Ling Han! I remember now!" Finally, the person who had felt a sense of familiarity with Ling Han's name clapped his hands, exclaiming.
This was someone who had created history before! This was someone with peerless courage!
Ling Han involuntarily sighed. Why couldn't the victor stay behind for more battles? What kind of crappy rule was this?
He walked back to his spot. Meanwhile, those on his side still had yet to come to their senses. Their minds were still numb with shock.