Kong Shi's body emitted a faint golden light, as if struck by the Sky Flipping Seal on the forehead, yet he remained unharmed, the light vanishing without a trace.
"The standard of this Golden Bell Shield…" Dai Qingge was so astounded that he couldn't close his mouth. Had it been himself in the arena facing such crushing pressure, he'd have been reduced to a meat patty by now, but before this Golden Bell Shield, it was like letting out a fart, not even lifting the hem of a robe.
Zhao Changhe chuckled softly, "What do you think, young master Dai? Which family's Cultivation Technique do you prefer?"
Dai Qingge paused, then realized that this contest also served to showcase the Cultivation Techniques to the public. He was a bit conflicted for a moment; Yuxu looked dashing, but Kong Shi's skill was life-saving. After a moment's hesitation, he counter-asked, "What about you, Brother Zhao?"
