"My brother will never lose." The young girl looked at her second elder brother with affection in her eyes and spoke with unwavering determination.
Sima Wumeng and the others were about to say something but were rudely interrupted by Zuo Shoumei: "Young man, I've heard your gourd is impressive. Let me test it—make your move on me!"
"You'll only have this one chance."
Without saying a word, Zheng Ming tapped his forehead, and a purple-black gourd instantly appeared above his head.
As the purple-black gourd expanded to a size of a hundred zhang, the expressions of many spectators who were initially watching Zheng Ming for amusement suddenly changed drastically.
"Isn't this gourd supposed to be an Inscribed Treasure? Why does it seem like it's his Dharma Body instead?"
"He must've employed some kind of trickery for this to happen. This guy is utterly shameless, hmph!"
