"Kid, head to the arena of the hostel immediately, Young Master Nie wants to challenge you!"
About an hour later, Nie Renjie's lackey returned.
"Not interested!"
Ling Feng looked indifferent, he didn't have time to deal with someone like Renjie or his lackeys.
"You scoundrel, you dare to insult Young Master Nie, saying his name isn't deserved. Now you want to pretend nothing happened?"
One of the martial artists pointed at Ling Feng's nose and cursed loudly.
"I insulted him?"
Ling Feng sneered, his gaze sweeping over the hedgehog-headed man, it seemed this guy had added embellishments when he went back!
Still too soft-hearted!
Oh well, kindness is taken as weakness, Ling Feng shook his head and stood up tall.
This battle, I'll accept!
...
On the arena of the Chunyang Inn, Nie Renjie stood in the center holding a long sword, meditating with closed eyes.
However, a terrifying evil qi lingered around him, never dissipating.
