"Did you all treat my words as though they're just wind in your ears?" At this moment, Tang Zhong's voice was icy cold to the extreme.
On the side of the Southern Border, the Village Heads of the Seventy-Two Villages all wore grim expressions, realizing that if the opponent was truly at the peak of martial arts, things would indeed take a dire turn.
Some of their faces grew even darker—so young, and already at the Martial Arts Peak? The force behind him must be genuinely formidable.
"Could he be someone from Kunlun? Or perhaps he's from the Heavenly Mountain Wu-Tang sect?"
"Heavenly Mountain only has Xiang Kunlun as a young powerhouse. Could this person be Xiang Kunlun?"
"Impossible! According to rumors, Xiang Kunlun has the frame of a tiger and the strength of a bear. There's no way he'd appear so thin and frail!"
Everyone was staring at Tang Zhong, waiting for his response.
