"Mr. Zhang, are you joking? How could the Stone Mound Grandmaster be defeated?"
"Old man wouldn't joke about such a serious matter!"
Zhang Tiezui once again slapped the wake-up wood:
"The person who defeated him was dressed in a green robe, wearing a fierce dragon head mask, shrouded in mystery, his strength unfathomable."
"The two fought at the Qian Yuan Dao Sect's mountain gate for three hundred rounds. Despite Stone Mound Grandmaster's full strength and even utilizing the secret skills of the 'Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture,' he ultimately lost!"
"My heavens! Who is this dragon head mask man to be so formidable?"
Zhang Xiaoya walked to the front with a wooden tray, saying crisply:
"Dear uncles and grandfathers, this dragon head mask person isn't your average character. Not only was the Qian Yuan Dao Sect defeated, their crucial treasure 'Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture' was taken by him, and their Scripture Pavilion was thoroughly raided!"
