Nangong Linjue was also watching Lin Feng, the murderous intent in his eyes had materialized.
Their gaze met, creating a silent explosion in the void.
Lin Feng smiled coldly and immediately turned to leave the stage.
Nangong Linjue's chest heaved as he took a deep breath to slowly calm himself down.
Lin Feng will die—he will ensure his opponent's blood splatters right there on the spot.
It took the Steward, host of the tournament, a while to collect himself before standing up to announce.
"Lin Feng wins. Next match, Mei Ling versus Wu Meng!"
The battered body of Yi Xiaoguang was carried off, and Mei Ling and Wu Meng stepped onto the stage.
The Disciples also came back to their senses, filled with sighs of amazement.
Everyone could not help but eagerly anticipate what kind of scene it would be if Lin Feng collided with mighty figures from the Dynasty like Nangong Linjue and Li Jiantong.
"Great Elder, if this goes on, I'm afraid it might cause chaos?"
