Chapter Two Hundred Nineteen: First Drunk

When the observers on the platform saw these martial artists flying down, the entire audience gasped in astonishment.

"Zhang Bashan!"

"Xiahou Yong!"

"Peng Le!"

"Pei Tianlu!"

One by one, martial artists named for a decade in Xiling, and even the strong contenders from the last Xiling Martial Arts Competition, incredibly made their way down after listening to the contents of this challenge letter, preparing to fight.

The youngest among them was over forty years old and has been nurturing in the Mortal Realm for more than fifteen years. Now they all surged onto the stage, confidently announcing their intentions.

"The young master of the Xu Clan is too presumptuous, daring to belittle our Xiling. Although I, Zhang Bashan, am reluctant to take advantage of the young, I cannot bear to see more of our martial artists fall at his hands. I, Zhang, accept this challenge!" A big-bearded Zhang Bashan bravely snatched a challenge letter, hastily signing his name.