Guo Fu was not ashamed, but proud. She looked up and said, "Mother, that's called courage. I think he's great, better than Father."

Huang Rong tapped her daughter's forehead and scolded her playfully, "You, be careful your father doesn't hear you."

"So what if I heard it? Dad is just too old-fashioned. He worries about this and that. He doesn't even dare to go all out in a fight. He got hurt."

"You still dare to talk back!" Huang Rong pretended to hit Guo Fu.

Guo Fu smiled and wasn't afraid at all.

She knew her mother wouldn't hit her; she had always spoiled and indulged her since she was little.

Wanyan Ping was very worried and said to Lu Wushuang, "Young Master, your high-profile actions have angered many people. Won't something bad happen to you?"

Without hesitation, Lu Wushuang replied, "If he dies, I will be his true husband and wife, and we will die together."

On the arena, Lin Bufan stood with his hands behind his back, exuding arrogance. Facing the crowd, he remained haughty: "That's how I do things. If they oppose me, I'll either drive them away or kill them. Is there a problem? What's it to you?"

The heroes were speechless. Elder Lu Youjiao, the Nine-Bag Elder, hesitated to speak, Huang Rong remained silent for the time being, and Qiu Chuji and Zhu Ziliu dared not utter a sound for fear of being beaten.

People like Yin Zhiping, Zhao Zhijing, and Yelü Qi dared not take the lead, as the gap in strength was too great.

Guo Jing had just been struck by Qiao Feng's palm and was currently using his internal energy to heal his injuries and recuperate, so it was not convenient for him to speak at the moment.

For a moment, among the assembled heroes, none could restrain Lin Bufan.

Lin Bufan was high above everyone else, enjoying unparalleled prestige.

Suddenly, a boastful and arrogant voice came from afar: "This hero is high above you. Could he be the martial arts leader chosen by your Heroes' Assembly? In my opinion, he is no match for my master, the Golden Wheel Monk."