"Luo Feng, I originally planned to settle accounts with you during the Twelve Golden Palace Assessment. I didn't expect you to come here seeking your own death!"
On the martial arts stage, Xue Fei crossed his arms. An unusually dynamic airflow surrounded his body, creating a fierce wind. His clothes flapped loudly, as if he stood amidst a raging storm.
While gales stirred around the stage, the area within two meters of Luo Feng was completely calm. He looked at Xue Fei indifferently and said, "Whether I live or die will only be known after we fight. Let's get started!"
Xue Fei's eye twitched, and a cruel smile curved his lips. You still dare to talk tough? Just wait until you fall before all these people. Let's see how you manage to step down then!
"In that case, let's see if you can handle my kick!"
Xue Fei let out a cry, and his body suddenly leaped into the air. A sharp intent exploded from within him. His right leg, swung like a blade, forced the surrounding air to part.
