"What?" Cao Zhengchun's expression shifted slightly.
In the martial arts world, there were distinctions among experts. Ordinary masters, those below the ninth rank, could hardly stir up any waves in a bustling place like the capital city.
Even ninth-rank masters, to some extent, had limited influence.
But grandmasters were different; their destructive power was formidable. In the environment of the capital city, where devices like the Breaking God Crossbow and cannons couldn't be fully utilized, grandmasters were akin to high-end weapons of destruction.
The emergence of three grandmasters could potentially change the landscape of the capital city's bustling atmosphere, prompting Cao Zhengchun's attention.
"That old Chu Mie seems to have emerged to support his disciple, Chu Yang. After all, it's not every day that a fellow who has managed to cultivate the Freezing Evil Spell to the second level appears, only to be taken down. How could he bear such a loss?"