"Kid, hand over the Sword Pavilion obediently, or suffer the pain of flesh!"
The big fellow shouted loudly, as if thunder erupted, causing many Martial Artists nearby to look over.
Including Zhuge Wan'er.
Most Martial Artists knew Zhuge Wan'er, were aware of her identity, and understood her formidable strength, so they temporarily refrained from challenging her.
When she saw someone challenging Ling Feng, Zhuge Wan'er immediately ran out, her eyes flashing with a trace of mockery.
The big fellow's strength was at the Fourth Level of the Heavenly Destiny Realm, dealing with a mere Second Level kid was as easy as crushing an ant.
"Brat, I bet you won't last the first day!"
A sense of pleasure filled Zhuge Wan'er's heart; in her eyes, Ling Feng was just someone who was good at speed, yet lacked strength, a cowardly loser.
That's all.
Inside the Sword Pavilion, Ling Feng frowned slightly.
It seemed unrealistic to settle down and cultivate properly during the day.
