A single, calm sentence nearly sent the entire crowd into a frenzy. The Thunderlight Hall disciples were already jumping up and down. Damn, *that* was what you call pure, unadulterated badassery!
"Wreck the Beast Hall!"
"Thunderlight will win!"
Thunderlight will win... Thunderlight will win...
This drove the Beast Hall disciples mad with rage. How dare he be so arrogant on the Beast Hall's own turf? They'd make sure he entered standing and left lying down. Who cared if he was an Elder!
Jia Shidao's smile held a chilling edge. 'Damn,' he thought. 'Give him an inch and he takes a mile.'
Since he'd chosen to participate in the tournament, his Elder status was completely useless. He was courting death, so he had no one to blame but himself.
Faced with the roaring crowd, Wang Meng simply smiled, feeling at ease.
Zhou Qian was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but give a wry smile. "That's Wang Meng's style, alright. Haha, I love it!"
