Li Luo's laughter reverberated in tandem with the booming thunder that filled Thunder Finger Peak, leaving an indelible mark of fear in everyone's minds as their expressions warped in disbelief. When they looked at the area beneath them, in that long, scorched furrow in the ground, they could see a miserable figure.1

It truly was Zhou Jun.0

Had the upper eighth-grade Zhou Jun truly lost in that cataclysmic clash? 0

This was a shocking display of battle prowess.0

Complicated and dazed looks filled the crowd as they stared at the slender youth floating in the air with his blade in hand. A confident smile hung on his face, but his tyrannical aura and look of disdain had overwhelmed the group.  0

Fang Xingyun glanced at the pitiful Zhou Jun, and he couldn't help but feel delighted in someone else's misery. If someone as strong as the latter had suffered under Li Luo's hands,...0