Above the Martial Arts Arena.
Seeing the fire lotus gradually dissipating beneath his feet, Ding Hualing's pupils flickered with gloom, then he raised his eyes to look at Qin Yang on the arena.
"To make me use the Talisman Spirit Pen, I suppose it's worth it for you today even if you die."
Ding Hualing's eyes were icy, his grip slightly tightening on the Talisman Spirit Pen, staring at Qin Yang.
He initially thought he could easily deal with the town lord, yet he expended so much energy and had to use the Talisman Spirit Pen to fend off the attack.
This made Ding Hualing's heart filled with a killing intent, a gaze towards Qin Yang that held no disguise.
Swish!
Qin Yang's toes tapped the ground, standing in mid-air as well, with equally cold eyes gazing at Ding Hualing.
At this moment, both of their faces had a slight pallor.
