Xu Qingdong deserved a beating indeed!

An impulsive feeling couldn’t help but gush out of Chen Xi’s heart that was originally calm like an ancient well, and he wanted to fiercely bash this fellow. But after carefully considering it for a while, he forcefully endured this impulse. It wasn’t very interesting to bash a clown.

“Alas, he doesn’t even have the courage to do battle. This fellow seems to be unworthy of his reputation.”

“Obviously. Perhaps he really has an unearned reputation.”

“Disappointing! Truly disappointing!”

When the people in the hall saw Chen Xi not agreeing to the battle for a long time, all of them shook their heads endlessly, and their expressions contained doubt, ridicule, and displeasure. Some young women even looked at Chen Xi with gazes that were filled with contempt, as they felt this fellow only looked the part but was useless, and they felt he was too cowardly and entirely unlike a man.

“Since Fellow Daoist Chen Xi isn’t speaking, then you’re admitting defeat? Alas, looks like rumors are sometimes fake and can’t be believed.” Xu Qingdong sneered endlessly in his heart, and the disdain on his face grew denser.

“Alright, enough is enough!” Wang Zhenfeng spoke out to restrain Xu Qingdong.

He’d set up this banquet and arranged for everyone in the same generation to come for the sake of fiercely suppressing Chen Xi’s imposing aura before the presence of everyone and...