"I-I wouldn't dare," Divine Physician Qian stammered, on the verge of a breakdown. He was so mortified he wished his toes could claw a new home for him right through the floor.
'Comparing myself to the Life and Death Ghost Hand? Who the hell do I think I am?'
"I knew you wouldn't dare," Yang Simiao said haughtily. He then turned to the crowd. "Does anyone else wish to challenge my grandmaster? Step forward! I'll take you on in his place!"
The entire hall fell deathly silent.
No one uttered a sound. But then, a realization began to dawn on them...
Wait a minute!
Grandmaster?
'So he really is his grand-disciple?'
Everyone looked utterly aghast. This was frankly terrifying.
This Lin Han looked to be in his early twenties, obviously far younger than Yang Simiao, yet he was his grandmaster?
Could he really be the Mr. Lin?
At this point, Sun Mengying and the others felt like they were losing their minds.
They didn't want to believe it, but they had no choice.
