The arena had become a place bristling with swords and bows drawn, the five young geniuses of ancient martial arts had already surrounded Ye Feng.
Hua Bairi of the Flora Sect clenched his teeth and barked, "Ye, you previously killed two elders of my Flora Sect, causing us to bear shame. Today, I must wash away that humiliation with your blood!"
A disciple of the Underworld Sect sneered coldly, "The daughter of the Valley of the Medicine God is not for someone of the secular world like you to deserve. To think that you, a mere toad, aspire to consume swan meat—today, I'll let this toad realize what it means to be a frog at the bottom of the well!"
The young geniuses from Mount Shu and the Buddhist Sect displayed a face full of indifferent arrogance, carrying their hands behind their backs with a demeanor of relishing the drama. It seemed they felt it beneath them to make a move, suggesting that with the three individuals already in the fray, it was more than sufficient.
