Peng Song's body, like a kite with a broken string, traced a parabolic arc through the air before crashing down hard onto a tea table, shattering it to pieces.
This...
A hint of horror appeared on Xie Feng's face. Peng Song, a Seventh Realm Martial Artist, was among the top-tier fighters if one discounted those on the Heavenly List. Yet, despite this, he had been soundly defeated by Ling Chen.
He had originally planned to let Peng Song take a beating first, and then he would step in. But now, it seemed irrelevant whether he intervened or not.
"Now, it's your turn."
At this moment, Ling Chen's gaze fell upon Xie Feng.
"What do you want?"
Realizing the situation was dire, Xie Feng began to panic. He held his palms up defensively as he retreated, saying, "Ling Chen, you were right. Since we have no grudges or enmity, why resort to fighting and killing over such a minor disagreement?"
