Situ Xuan walked unhurriedly out of the passage, followed by a man with a brand on his face.
Everyone in the Zhengrong Martial Arts Hall seemed to have found someone to rally around and hurried over. "Young Master Xuan."
Situ Xuan looked coldly at Lin Shuguang. "You've come to challenge our hall this late at night?"
"Young Master Xuan, he's a student from Demon Martial," someone whispered.
Situ Xuan turned his cold gaze on them. "You can't even handle a student?"
Everyone looked embarrassed, unsure how to defend themselves.
But two people had already fallen at Lin Shuguang's hands, making it clear enough that this challenger was no pushover. They did not want to meet the same fate as Huang Feng and the other man, so they hesitated, afraid to step forward.
"Li Feng, you're up."
As Situ Xuan finished speaking, the silent man behind him stepped forward. Everyone else in the martial arts hall moved aside.
"Looks like Young Master Xuan is angry. Otherwise, he wouldn't have Li Feng fight."
"Last time, I saw Li Feng tear the arm clean off a martial artist who came to challenge us. It was bloody."
"But this challenger is a Demon Martial student. What if he gets killed?"
"Challenging a hall carries risks to begin with. Just because he came here himself, does that mean nobody is allowed to accidentally kill him?"
"Don't worry, nobody will die. But this guy is definitely going to suffer."
Li Feng stepped forward. Nearly two meters tall, he stood like a giant before Lin Shuguang. Without wasting a word, he threw a punch that came crashing down like a cannon blast.
As it happened, Lin Shuguang had no intention of wasting words either.
Fist met fist.
They collided with savage force.
Li Feng's cold expression