"Zhu Zhuqing, what's wrong with Xu Nuo? Why is he so vicious today? Did he know this Yu Tianheng before?"
Jiang Lin's ruthlessness had clearly stunned everyone from Shrek in the stands. In front of them, he had always been gentle and refined, wholly devoted to cultivation and rarely clashing with others.
Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly. Faced with their questions, she fell silent for a moment before giving a small shake of her head.
"I don't know either. I've never heard Xu Nuo mention him."
At that, the confusion in their eyes deepened, and they could not help speculating to themselves.
Meanwhile, Tang San sat in a corner, watching Jiang Lin cut down everyone in his path on the platform. For some reason, a trace of disgust rose in his heart.
Once he noticed it, confusion immediately crossed Tang San's face.
Why do I feel this way? I don't think I'd ever met Xu Nuo before. Am I imagining things?
Shaking his head, Tang San could only bury that feeling deep inside.
He still remembered Tang Hao's instruction to get along with Jiang Lin. Over the past two months, after spending the first half-month bedridden and recovering, Tang San had faithfully followed those words.
Several minutes passed. Blood and severed limbs littered the platform, and aside from Jiang Lin, not a single person remained standing intact.
Jiang Lin casually swept his gaze over the members of the Imperial Fighting Team before finally fixing it on Ye Lingling below the platform.
"Y-you, what are you going to do?"
Under Jiang Lin's gaze, Ye Lingling began trembling, her face deathly pale.
On Yu Tianheng's instructions, she had not gone onto the platform with the others, and had thus been fortunate enough to escape injury. In her mind, however, Jiang Lin's blood-soaked