Upon hearing Lin Tian's words, the Great Elder was stunned for a moment and then subconsciously nodded: "In a competition, it's inevitable for both parties to get hurt, let alone losing items. Young man, feel free to display your skills, no need to pay for any damage."
"Still concerned about breaking things at this time? Must have a screw loose." Zhang Zhicheng's companions mocked him recklessly.
"I don't think he's got a screw loose; he must have been knocked stupid by Brother Zhicheng." Another companion joined in the ridicule.
"What's he trying to do?" Other disciples were puzzled.
"This is bad..." Zhang Lingyu's mind flashed back to Lin Tian's violent scene at the Shrine and couldn't help blurting out.
Zhang Ruyan was a bit puzzled: "What's bad..."
Just as the words fell, Lin Tian had already clenched both fists and then smashed heavily, not at people, but at the ground.
"Meteor Burst!"
