A Grandmaster's Bearing at Such a Young Age-Given Time, the Master May Fall Short of the Disciple!

A softly spoken question.

Yet it was like stirring up a thousand towering waves!

Everyone who had witnessed the scene retreated several steps in unison, looking at the martial man as though he were a venomous snake or scorpion!

Zhao Jiu twitched his lips, crying out in relief inwardly. Luckily, he had done his utmost to stop him. Otherwise, this madman might not have spared him.

So he forcibly squeezed out a smile.

"O-of course it won't be triggered. Martial men arranging an arena match, a life-and-death duel, with so many people invited to witness it—it can more or less be called open and aboveboard."

"If Mister Duan is willing to take down Divine Fist Gate's Golden Inscription Plaque, you can replace it whenever you wish, open a hall, and take in disciples!"

Duan Chenzhou dusted off his sleeve, his half-length robe fluttering.

"That won't be necessary."

"My blade is not so easily passed on."

Clang.

He slanted the blade into its sheath. Duan Chenzhou moved with calm composure and stepped out onto the long street that stretched for more than ten li.

And at the instant he turned around—

Crack!

The plaque hanging above Divine Fist Gate split down the middle of the character for "fist," as though sliced apart by some invisible force, breaking cleanly into two halves before crashing to the ground.

The dense mass of people that had formed a circle around them—

All at once, they either pressed to the sides or frantically backed away.

They opened up a broad road for that one man alone.

"Lu Yu, just what is the background of the master Brother Ji took as his teacher?!"

At Lu Yu's side, Xu Heng from Firewood Market stared so hard his eyes nearly popped out. He could not believe that the