Everyone turned to look.
A crowd came surging through the entrance to the hall.
At their head was an unusually burly old man, his yellow hair hanging loose over his shoulders, his eyes blazing like lightning, seemingly able to seize the soul.
The old man wore a yellow robe with a silver lightning emblem on his chest.
Behind him followed a burly young man with a ferocious presence and brows sharp as blades.
Behind those two came many disciples in gray training clothes, silver lightning emblems embroidered on their chests.
"Oh, Lei Ben, master of the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School, and its foremost genius, Thunderbolt Hand Wen Tailai! They actually came. Now this is getting interesting."
The masters of the Golden Cauldron Martial Arts School and the Rolling Stone Martial Arts School, the representatives of the Liu and Lin families, and even the head of the Hong Family all looked intrigued.
Who in all of Black Mountain City did not know that Lei Ben of the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School and Fang Heting of the White Crane Martial Arts Hall had an old grudge?
When disciples of the two schools met, they usually clashed head-on as well. They could truly be called rivals.
Now the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School had arrived uninvited at the White Crane Martial Arts Hall's banquet to welcome its True Disciple, and in such an aggressive manner. They clearly had ill intentions!
"Teacher, they insisted on barging in. We couldn't stop them!"
Her little face pale, Lin Wuyang held her shoulder and retreated to Fang Heting's side, speaking with some pain.
"Step aside for now."
Wu Qingman glanced at her.
Lin Wuyang and the other Six Refinements disciples immediately stepped aside.
Fang Heting regarded the yellow-haired old man calmly. "Lei Ben, what is the meaning of