After listening to Li Ling, Chen Mo curled his lip. It sounded nice—sizing him up—but wasn't it simply a matter of seeing whose fist was bigger? And this Li Ling truly deserved to be called an old fox.
Though his words sounded vague, the essence was simple: since Chen Mo had come to the Li Family to cause trouble today, he had to show enough skill to convince everyone. If he defeated Li Ling, everything could be discussed. If Chen Mo lost, then heh—the outcome was something everyone already understood.
The moment everyone heard Li Ling's words, the area was instantly cleared. Everyone, including Hu Shi, retreated to the edge of the grounds. A clash between Xiantian Masters could affect the surroundings, and this time it was Li Ling, a Xiantian Third Order fighter, making a move. Anyone weak who stood too close to the fighting would definitely be injured. Fortunately, aside from Li Wenwu, no one present was weak, so it was not much of a concern.
The injured people, along with Li Wenwu, moved far away to a more distant spot. Of course, since a Xiantian Third Order Martial Artist was about to fight, everyone wanted to watch. Even Guo Feng and the others whose cultivation had been crippled were intensely curious. Enduring the pain in their bodies, they stared at the scene without blinking.
Li Wenwu stood in the distance with Li Shangqi and the others beside him. He was responsible for looking after the three injured men, but he was miserable inside. Houtian Layer Ten had actually become the weak link here. Damn, there was something he really did not know whether to say or not!
It really was true that if one did not work hard while young, one would only grieve in old age!