At the old man's words, everyone sucked in a sharp breath. Their hearts trembled as well—if the Shen Family's young master made a move, this young man would surely be defeated!
"The Shen Family's young master is not the slightest bit weaker than the Fei siblings. The three of them have crossed blades before, and neither side came out on top. That young prodigy is also a sword cultivator, just like Fei Fengxuan. Who knows which of them is stronger?" someone said in a low voice, frowning.
"Fei Fengxuan is definitely the better of the two. Not to mention that young prodigy is injured—he would find it difficult to fight even if he were unhurt. After all, Fei Fengxuan is the disciple of an old Sword Immortal from Shu Mountain," someone said, shaking his head.
"Then it seems that young man is probably no match for the Shen Family's young master either."
"That's right. Whether he is injured or not, victory will be hard to come by in this battle. Don't forget, just like the Fei siblings, the Shen Family's young master possesses not only matchless combat prowess, but also a Spirit Treasure."
"Looks like Hundred Wastes City will see another spectacular battle. Nothing is more exciting than a clash between prodigies!" The crowd began looking forward to it. Though they did not think highly of Chen Fan, it had been far too long since they had witnessed such a battle.
In the end, Elder Bai left the inn with Shen Yurou, while Lin Tianming and Zhang Bai were left looking utterly disheveled, their faces exceptionally grim.
They knew Chen Fan was a prodigy and did not dare call upon their elders. Yet if it came to a battle among their peers, they were no match for Chen Fan either.