Song Xianjun was furious.
He had been openly disrespected by someone who was just an unknown disciple of the Beichen Sword Sect.
"Who are you, to not even consider our Li Huo Sect worthy of your attention?" Song Xianjun angrily said to Xu Ping'an.
Many disciples of the Li Huo Sect around him looked at Xu Ping'an with angry faces, their eyes filled with hostility.
"My name is not something you are qualified to know yet," Xu Ping'an said with a faint smile.
"You're asking for death!" Song Xianjun roared, his fist hurtling directly towards Xu Ping'an.
This punch churned with True Yuan, its Fist Force domineering.
Obviously, he intended to cripple Xu Ping'an.
The disciples of the Li Huo Sect sneered coldly, sure that this ignorant youth would suffer terribly.
This was the fourth prodigy of their Sect—who could withstand his punch?
In the entire Li Huo Sect, only a few could be counted on one hand.
How could a disciple of the Beichen Sword Sect possibly bear it?
