"If the Heavenly Martial Divine Son makes a move, he will undoubtedly suppress these guys' pride, preventing them from bragging endlessly here!"
In the crowd, many were secretly thrilled.
They could not stand these people flaunting their prowess, and a strong suppression was warranted!
"Heh."
Facing the intervention of the Heavenly Martial Divine Son, the young monk named Du Zhen chuckled softly, ignoring them.
"Weren't you just boasting so bravely, why aren't you speaking now?"
Seeing that the monks did not respond, a cultivator nearby began to mock them.
"Why must the benefactor act this way?" the old monk Ming Kong smiled gently and said.
"Was it not you people who uttered nonsense, claiming that our East Desolate was an uncivilized bunch?" the Heavenly Martial Divine Son stated indifferently.
"Does the benefactor truly wish to contest with us?" the old monk Ming Kong maintained a kindly visage.
