The nine disciples of the Crown Prince Hall lay sprawled on the ground, wailing miserably.
Lin Zhidong's hands couldn't help but tremble.
During the Outer Sect Competition, he had willingly conceded, avoiding a clash with Luo Cheng. It was only now, facing him directly, that he understood the meaning of disparity! The meaning of utter domination!
Luo Cheng walked forward step by step, his voice icy: "Who struck first just now?"
The crowd swallowed hard, their gazes unanimously fixing on Lin Zhidong.
Lin Zhidong's heart trembled. Seeing he couldn't escape, he immediately stiffened his neck and shouted:
"Luo Cheng, what do you want! This isn't the Martial Arts Square! My master is the Ninth Elder of the Outer Sect! Besides, you're already a thorn in Jin Min's side, a target for him! You'd better think carefully about the consequences of acting rashly..."
Heh!
