Admitted Defeat

"Then pay attention and don't blink."

Guo Weiwei snorted provocatively and shook his long robe. The inner part of his robe flew upwards despite there not being any wind.

Soon, it was night.

The moon was bright, the stars were sparse, and the crow and magpies flew south.

Guo Weiwei stood tall on the platform. Spiritual energy surged in all directions under his control. Countless bright images of cultivation techniques flashed behind him.

Everyone who saw it held their breath and stared at Guo Weiwei. They were afraid that they would miss out on the details.

"Roar!"

Guo Weiwei did not hesitate. He spread his arms and a lion's roar was heard! It appeared out of thin air.

Golden Flame Lion King Fist. His aura was not any weaker than Victor's.

Everyone's eyes were filled with envy.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sound of fists and wind being swung was heard continuously.