"Gah!"
"I don't know if there's anyone in the Central Plains martial world!"
"All I know is..."
Outside the gate, Ba Fenghan strode into the courtyard. His aura swept around him like a show of force, stirring up gusts of wind and currents that frightened the guests into rising and instinctively retreating.
Seeing the commotion, Ba Fenghan showed no intention of holding back. He continued to flaunt his strength, not even bothering to acknowledge Wang Tong, Wang Shichong, and Ouyang Xiyi, the three experts seated at the head of the steps.
"So far..."
"The martial world of the Central Plains has disappointed me!"
"Those so-called veterans and experts are mostly frauds who have nothing to show for their reputations, aren't they?"
Ba Fenghan stopped in front of Xu Ziling, facing him across the collapsed screen wall. Seeing Xu Ziling use his surging inner power to create a whirlpool that countered the gale and kept the banquet tables and guests safe, Ba Fenghan was a little surprised. Still, he continued his arrogant, contemptuous taunts, making no effort to hide his disdain for the three men calmly seated on the steps in the distance.
"Frauds?"
"Fine!"
"Then come on!"
The man's words were so insulting, and his own master was here today. Xu Ziling also wanted to show off what he and Kou Zhong had gained from half a year of training through battle. So even he, usually so composed, could no longer suppress his anger. He challenged Ba Fenghan and lunged at him with a horizontal slash of his sword, executing "Three Falls from the Cloud Terrace."
"Fine swordsmanship!"
"Just what I wanted!"
Seeing that Xu Ziling's swordplay was powerful and fierce, with the bearing of a true master rather than some unorthodox amateur, Ba Fenghan was secretly delighted. Ignoring the