The crowd looked on, expressing that this person was really asking for trouble.
"Heh heh."
Yan Mo let out a cold laugh and said, "I wondered who it was. Turns out it's the president of the Martial Arts Association, Zhang Feilong, gracing us with his presence."
"Heh heh."
Zhang Feilong laughed triumphantly, "Then you know what to do. Hand over Yan Rufeng."
"Just you?"
Yan Mo roared, and in the next moment, he appeared in front of Zhang Feilong.
Just as Yan Mo's fist was about to strike Zhang Feilong's chest, an invisible shield suddenly enveloped Zhang Feilong.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The ear-splitting sound of spiritual energy clashing echoed.
The crowd gasped, "A Transformation Realm expert."
"Haha..."
A terrifying laugh echoed through the hall.
"I never thought I would encounter a Qi Refinement expert here today. This trip was worth it," said the voice of Hu Qingshan.
"Who is this Hu Qingshan?"
The crowd looked on in confusion.
