City Lord's Mansion, Kuixing Pavilion.
"Who would have thought that these two would actually dare to fight."
Ning Chen, full of spirit and vigor, stood quietly at the edge of the viewing platform, hands clasped behind his back, letting the mountain wind blow, his eyes gazing at the Nine Hundred Li Yuqing River.
There, an epic battle was unfolding.
"That Xique Dominant Blade is courting death too," Ning Chen sneered, "In front of the Nine Sects, whether it's the Xique Dominant Blade or the Dongzhao Marquis, they're nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs."
"Even as strong as Chen Changsheng, wasn't he wiped out too?"
"To eliminate Chen Changsheng, they used the entire might of Yuning Mountain," Mu Ying said indifferently, "If it were truly one-on-one, no one could really match him."
"True as that may be, many things depend solely on the outcome! The winner is king, the loser will always be the defeated."
