Liu Tianlin fell to the ground, feeling the searing pain coursing through his body. His face was pale, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Watching the arrogant Peng Yue, the pride in Liu Tianlin's eyes vanished without a trace. Struggling to his feet, he walked away.
Liu Tianlin's departing figure looked somewhat gaunt, carrying an air of desolation.
At the banquet, Zhou Qing said delightedly, "That man has quite some strength, though his realm is a little too low. Once he reaches Tendon Forging, he should be able to take a few of my punches."
Before her words had even faded, Zhou Qing swung her fist, producing a muffled boom.
Everyone glared angrily. Peng Yue was far too arrogant.
Yet the Silver Muscle warriors of Verdant Grain County who could put up a fight were not present. They had either entered seclusion to begin breaking through to Tendon Forging, or had already been defeated.
In the direction of the Martial Academy, the students buzzed with discussion.
One of them angrily rebuked, "If Senior Brother Ye Chen had not already broken through to Tendon Forging, how could we let you run wild?"
The moment those words came out, everyone seemed to find their backbone and called out one after another:
"Senior Brother Ye Chen will certainly defeat you."
When those words reached Peng Yue's ears, he placed a palm atop his head, shaking it slightly as he said disdainfully, "In that case, where is Ye Chen?"
"So what if he is Tendon Forging? I, Peng Yue, fear no one. Does he dare fight me?"
As his words fell, everyone's eyes landed, as though by prior agreement, on a white-robed youth seated near the front.
Ye Chen had handsome features and an extraordinary bearing.
Hearing everyone's words, his expression darkened