Hearing these words, Lin Chang'sheng raised the corner of his mouth in a cold smile.
If he wasn't a match for the opponent, Xu Tiancang would probably just mock him for being ignorant of his own limits.
Now that it's clear he can't defeat Lin Chang'sheng, he pulls out the Immortal Martial Hall as a threat?
How could Lin Chang'sheng possibly fear the Immortal Martial Hall?
"If I lose, you all wouldn't show any mercy either; isn't it a little late for these words now?"
Step by step, Lin Chang'sheng advanced toward Xu Tiancang, immediately frightening him into retreat.
At the same time, Gu Shan, having seen Elder Yan severely wounded, pressed the advantage to finish him off.
With a swift strike of the Ancient Long Fist, he smashed Elder Yan, sending him flying backward in a spray of blood, his life force fading fast.
Elder Yan, critically injured, could fight no more; his whole body burned by the Five Flames Sacred Fire, suffering unbearably, wishing for death to end his pain.
