Wang Xuance's body flickered, and with the swift rise of a hare and fall of a falcon, he leapt onto the platform.
The moment he stepped up, the crowd below burst into discussion. As for Chen Xuanfeng and Chen Feng, they merely wore the expressions of men looking at a corpse.
"This man's got guts! He actually isn't afraid of dying!"
"Brother Chen Feng cultivated three strands of Essence of Blood and Qi, yet even he couldn't defeat that yellow-robed monk!"
"Heh heh, you don't know, do you? He's probably taken a fancy to Sister Ling'er and wants to win the beauty's heart. That's his real aim!"
"Oh! Playing hard to get..."
Everyone chimed in with wild speculation, as though Wang Xuance's appearance carried some hidden peculiarity.
Yet Wang Xuance was wholly focused on the yellow-robed monk not far away.
An inexplicable palpitation echoed in his heart. It seemed the other party cultivated some unique martial art.
His expression gradually turned cold, and the chill in his eyes deepened.
Whoosh!
The pebble concealed in his palm shot forth. Wang Xuance lunged forward in a single step, surging blood and qi pouring into both arms as his fists hammered straight at the monk's chest.
Vajra Demon-Breaker!
The yellow-robed monk's brows lifted slightly, and he spoke in a voice too soft to hear.
"So it's you..."
His foot lightly tapped the ground, and he slid backward. The spot where he had just stood had already been blasted into a deep pit by the violent Fist Aura.
Wang Xuance pursued close behind. The great dragon of his spine boomed and shattered, and he smashed a fist toward the monk's forehead, his momentum climbing to its peak with this move!
"Heh heh—"
The yellow-robed monk drew in a fierce breath. Crisp crackles like frying