"As expected of the Battle Hall's proud talent, to actually retreat unscathed under the numerous evil gazes of the ancestor of Duowu!"
"Hong Ting's intent to battle must be extremely powerful to withstand the numerous evil gazes."
"It's likely related to Hong Ting's physique; I've heard he possesses a Thunderbolt Spirit Body."
The other Martial Artists in the Heavenly Grotto, watching Hong Ting retreating safely, couldn't help but gasp in amazement.
Among these Martial Artists, one person's gaze flickered, and his heart surreptitiously leaped with joy. Had the opportunity just presented itself?
"Lord Eight-leaf Heavenly Slaughter, could it be that you are as prescient as a god?"
Although Hong Ting retreated under the numerous evil gazes of Duowu, he must have been affected, his strength greatly reduced, making it the perfect time to strike.
Silently emerging from the Duowu Cave, he informed the already arranged assailants, finding an opportunity to take action.
...
Boom!