"Awesome!"
"Brother Zhang is mighty!"
"Ha, Brother Zhang has consecutively slain the Taoshan Three Swordsmen. From today on, they shouldn't be called the Twelve Swordsmen anymore. They should be called the Twelve Shrimp with Soft Legs instead!"
Witnessing Zhang Yang's ferocity as he cut down three of the Twelve Swordsmen in quick succession.
Even the Loose Immortals and Demons from the Southern Border, who were only spectating with cold eyes before, couldn't help but cheer loudly, their spirits lifted, and their silence broken.
The prowess of the Taoshan Swordsmen was widely acknowledged.
Under the watchful eyes of all, Zhang Yang successively killed three men, each kill almost effortless. Even though the Guangyuan Daoist has yet to show himself, Zhang Yang's victories had already earned him a top-tier seat.
Rumors and gossip were immediately quelled.
Even peculiar gazes vanished entirely.
All True Immortals cheered wholeheartedly for Zhang Yang.
