"Which one of you pretty boys wants to get your teeth kicked in next?"
The humiliation of his crude taunt twisted the faces of the remaining four Bai Clan disciples' faces with fury.
"Don't be arrogant, bastard! We are going to peel your fucking skin off!" one disciple roared, trying to give it back to Gu Fan across the stage.
"You dare disrespect the Bai Clan?! I will beat you into meat paste!" another spat with bloodshot eyes, and he tightly gripped their heavy sabers.
But before they could even take a single step to execute their threats, the old man raised his hands and interrupted them.
"Hold your positions!" the old man commanded with a booming, authoritative voice, violently clasping his calloused palms together.
And suddenly a massive surge of Origin Realm Qi flooded into the ground, and the ruined stone platform beneath their feet suddenly began to rumble as if there was an earthquake.
