Su Weifeng hurriedly followed quickly to the room by the arena.
The room was already crowded with people, but the entire room was extremely quiet, with everyone's gaze fixed on the stage, and anger on their faces.
Looking at the situation on the stage, Su Weifeng felt a surge of rage rising within him.
Feng Bao'er was lying on the ground, with Jin Yuhu's foot pressing down on her head, a method that seemed intent on humiliating someone to death.
At that moment, Feng Bao'er was lying on the ground as if she were dead, not moving at all.
Jin Yuhu's gaze met Su Weifeng's, and he flashed a grin, saying, "You really have a knack for timing, your disciple here is terrible, can't even take two of my moves. Alas, it's so boring."
The people around immediately turned their gaze towards Su Weifeng, then a path opened up in front of him.
Su Weifeng walked step by step towards the edge of the arena, his gaze becoming more and more piercing, his voice incredibly cold, "Let her go!"
