Du Pingyuan's move caused dead silence in the banquet hall, where one could hear a pin drop.
Then a cold, icy voice suddenly broke the silent atmosphere.
"My lord, compared to you, this so-called 'Grandmaster List' strongman is far inferior."
Everyone simultaneously turned their heads to look and saw two men and a woman sitting not far away.
The woman had a delicate face and a graceful figure. She was cute and lovely—it was Cheng Qingqing. One of the men had a notably cold aura, a handsome face, and a tall build—it was Shentian Guxue.
But sitting in the middle, Chen Yuan, who was leisurely sipping from his wine cup, seemed unremarkable.
"Who is that?"
Yi Zhongming narrowed his eyes slightly and swept his cold gaze over.
The hundred brawny men who surrounded the speaker also looked back fiercely.
Under their gaze, Shentian Guxue remained indifferent and with a light smile said,
