Everyone headed straight to the Situ Family's martial arena.
Situ Taili knew Yi Feng was someone he could not afford to provoke, so he did not dare make things too difficult for Cang Sheng.
He chose a younger member of the family ranked tenth and had him face Cang Sheng in a decisive battle.
Situ Mansion was not large, and news that Cang Sheng was going up on the arena soon spread.
Aside from the servants, most of the people in the mansion came to the martial arena to watch.
For a time, the martial arena buzzed with voices.
The arena was circular, with a diameter of a hundred zhang.
It was paved with hard, thick bluestone slabs, which reflected blood-red shadows and deep azure beneath the setting sun.
Upon the arena.
Cang Sheng stood in the center, dressed in fitted black clothes.
He was handsome, his features carved as though by a blade, while his bronze skin accentuated his masculine aura.
Standing opposite Cang Sheng was a young man with a comparatively fair complexion and a sturdy, well-proportioned build.
His face was as fair as jade, and he looked like a graceful young hero.
He was Situ Qingyi's cousin, Situ Fang.
Situ Fang coldly scrutinized Cang Sheng.
He had seen Cang Sheng before and knew that he was an orphan who made a living escorting shipments for the Situ Family.
For someone like him to wish to marry the Situ Family's eldest miss was simply a toad dreaming of eating swan meat.
"You are merely at the Martial Master Sixth Level Realm. Are you sure you want to fight me? I'm at the Martial Master Seventh Level Realm!"
Cang Sheng nodded firmly. "I'm sure."
"Heh!"
Situ Fang sneered coldly and mockingly. "Then if you lose, don't blame me for