Zhao Kun, who had been silent all along, suddenly downed a cup of liquor and said, "Brothers, I witnessed the fight between this youngster called Ye Chen and Han Ke."
Upon hearing this, everyone turned their attention to Zhao Kun.
Zhao Kun spoke with a somewhat somber tone: "Although Han Ke doesn't count for much in our eyes, he's still a piece of trash with a bit of strength to him, especially his power, which can be considered strong. Among us all, only Brother Hong would likely be able to kill him in one move!"
Yu Feiye's eyes flashed as he said: "Are you suggesting that this kid, with one move, executed Han Ke?"
Zhao Kun nodded vehemently: "Exactly! And what's more, he did it with sheer strength, completely overwhelming Han Ke!"
"In terms of strength, this kid is quite unrivaled."
"I really can't fathom how this youngster cultivated such terrifying power."
"Looking at that kid, his Root Bone is barely thirty years old..."
