Yang Jing's back grew taut, a sense of foreboding welling up inside him.
Shen Lie was already the most difficult opponent on the seventh stage. Now he was directing some inexplicable animosity toward him. If they were to meet in the ring later, he was certain Shen Lie wouldn't hold back.
Yang Jing steadied himself, his eyes locked on Shen Lie in the ring, not daring to let his guard down for even a moment.
Regardless of why the man was so hostile, Yang Jing had to be on high alert. The slightest mistake could mean he wouldn't get away in one piece.
On the stage.
Shen Lie stood on one side of the stage, facing Liu Biao of Xingwu Hall. His expression was one of pure indifference, as if his opponent wasn't even worth a second glance.
Liu Biao was an expert at the Peak of Mingjin and hailed from a major clan. Seeing Shen Lie's arrogance, he flared with anger. With a low shout, he twisted his body and threw a punch, the strike fierce as it shot straight for Shen Lie's face.
