Martial Arts Street, outside Iron Fist Martial Hall.
The atmosphere had frozen solid. The air seemed thick with the reek of gunpowder, ready to ignite at the slightest spark.
The white-clad young man who called himself Ye Feng still had one foot planted on the chest of Iron Fist Martial Hall's senior disciple. He lightly tapped the folding fan in his hand against his palm, wearing that arrogant smile that made people itch to smash it with a punch.
"What? Has everyone at Iron Fist Martial Hall dropped dead?"
Ye Feng swept his gaze around. Wherever his eyes fell, the martial artists who had been watching lowered their heads, daring not to meet his stare.
As if! He was from the Ye Family of Canglan Prefecture!
In this Prefectural City, the Ye Family was the law of the land. Who would dare provoke them?
"Stop!"
Just then, an angry, restrained growl rang out from inside the martial hall.
A burly, middle-aged man with a full beard strode out the entrance. He wore a black training uniform and looked imposing, but anyone with a keen eye could see that his steps were unsteady and his left arm hung unnaturally at his side. He had clearly been injured.
"Master! The master's come out!"
The disciples of Iron Fist Martial Hall seemed to have found their anchor and cried out one after another.
The middle-aged man was Iron Fist Martial Hall's master, Tie Shan.
Tie Shan looked at the wreckage strewn across the ground, at his eldest disciple pinned beneath a foot and coughing blood, then at the golden signboard snapped in two. His eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
Young Master Ye, killing someone was one thing, but you didn't have to humiliate them like this!
Tie Shan gritted his teeth, his voice trembling.