If Ba Fenghan had been Bi Xuan's disciple, then out of consideration for Bi Xuan, Wang Tong would have had to show him some mercy.
But since Ba Fenghan had no connection to Bi Xuan, Wang Tong naturally had no need to hold back.
From the aura emanating from Ba Fenghan, Wang Tong knew that his disciples were likely no match for him.
Thus, Wang Tong was already prepared to personally step in and teach Ba Fenghan a proper lesson.
"Brother Wang, today is your birthday. Leave the matter of teaching a junior a lesson to me!"
Just as Wang Tong was about to make his move, Ouyang Xiyi reached out and stopped him.
Wang Tong paused slightly at his words, then nodded. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Ouyang."
"Boy, my sword does not kill nameless men. State your name!"
Ouyang Xiyi placed a hand on the hilt of his sword, releasing a chilling killing intent that seemed to lower the temperature in the hall by several degrees.
"I am Ba Fenghan. It is my great fortune to battle Senior Ouyang today. Come!"
Feeling the killing intent emanating from Ouyang Xiyi, Ba Fenghan erupted with an intense fighting spirit.
Seeing the two powerful men facing off, the surrounding guests hurriedly retreated, instantly clearing a sufficiently large open space.
Although neither Ouyang Xiyi nor Ba Fenghan had made a move yet, the martial artists present could sense their auras clashing continuously.
When Wang Tong saw that Ba Fenghan could match Ouyang Xiyi in terms of aura, a trace of killing intent rose uncontrollably in his heart.
If Ba Fenghan had been one of the younger generation from the Central Plains, Wang Tong would have felt nothing but gratification. But Ba Fenghan was a Turk. The greater his talent, the