Ye Qingtian was arrogant at first, that is understandable.
The ignorant are fearless.
But even after knowing the identities of the three martial artists of Sha Polang, he still uttered wild words.
Isn't this madness?
"Haha, kid, you've got guts! I'll show you what a martial artist is today!"
Sha Feng's inner strength burst out, and his whole body's joints made a terrifying sound like crackling beans.
He was already at the Mid-Stage Martial Disciple level, his joints bursting with power, his punch unleashed hundreds of pounds of force.
"Big brother, let me handle him!"
It was Lang Leng speaking, his icy gaze fixed on Ye Qingtian.
Obviously, Ye Qingtian had completely infuriated him.
"Alright, third brother, you take care of him. You are the strongest among us, already at the Late-Stage Martial Disciple. You haven't made a move for quite a while, it'll be a spectacle to witness."
Sha Feng laughed heartily.
