His actions ignored Shen Han, ignored the Shen Family.
Shen Han trembled with anger, the murderous intent in his eyes growing stronger.
However, he did not move.
He looked at Lin Jun, frowned slightly, and thought: "When did that bastard Song Yun get involved with the Lin Family? Now that the Lin Family's internal conflict has settled, their power is strong; best not to provoke them. Damn it, no fighting today. Looks like if I want to kill Song Yun, it will have to be openly in the ring."
Thinking this, Shen Han asked: "Song Yun, did you sign up for the Four-door Martial Tournament?"
Song Yun laughed: "Why, planning for a showdown in the ring?"
"Yes." Shen Han nodded.
"To have a showdown with me, you are not worthy."
Song Yun shook his head, calmly said: "Shen Han, prepare a small coffin, it doesn't need to be big, because on the stage, I will kill you to dust, and a small coffin will be enough to hold you."
"You..."
