At this moment,
Zhou Xuan's divination was just completed, his combat strength suddenly surged, reaching the level of eight sticks of incense.
Eight sticks of incense, placed anywhere in Jing Country, would be considered a master among masters,
but here, there are quite a few people with nine sticks of incense, eight sticks are hardly impressive.
Zhou Xuan's powerful combat strength, the aura he emitted, did not give everyone a sense of amazement, on the contrary, it made the rest of the spectators relax.
"Indeed, his limit is only the combat strength of eight sticks of incense, now we can rest assured."
"Eight sticks of incense, even if the Nuodai were the Cross-border King, it would be no different."
"It's just a pity that Zhao Jinjia beat us to it, he killed Zhou Xuan, took away his life and corpse, truly catching a big prize."
"They're all vulgar people."
