"How foolish."
"Just watch, he'll be instantly killed," the onlookers muttered, shaking their heads.
"Stupid brat, I'll watch with my own eyes as you're turned to ash," Lin Bahuang sneered.
"Idiot," Huo Yuner scoffed.
"Young Master!" Ru Meng cried out in despair, shutting her eyes.
Wu Chen was so infuriated his chest felt tight. Forget it. I'm done with this kid. He can't be persuaded. He's courting his own death; no one else is to blame.
BOOM!
A thunderous roar erupted as Lin Xuan's fist and Mo Feng's palm collided. A terrifying aura swept through the surroundings, and a figure was sent flying backward.
Was the match decided already? An instant kill?
"See? That Lin Xuan is utterly feeble!"
"I told you! He can't compete in a contest of pure power!"
"Hmph. Foolish brat." The disciples of the True Dragon Sect sneered relentlessly.
Suddenly, someone cried out, "Wait, the one sent flying... I don't think it's Lin Xuan!"
