A powerful aura erupted from Li Zhong as he shot downwards.
Several figures moved to block his path. Their powerful auras formed a pincer formation, locking him in place.
"Senior Brother Li, don't you forget the sect's rules," Le Ming's lazy voice drifted over, now laced with a sharp edge. "During the Trial Stage, no disciple of the Star Sect is permitted to recklessly interfere and disrupt the justice of the trial. Violators will be punished severely!"
"Senior Brother Li, why ruin the goodwill between us over some worthless punk? Besides, it's not like that brat Qin Feng is guaranteed to pass the trial anyway!" Le Ming urged with a grin. But when he saw Li Zhong's expression remain utterly frigid, his smile slowly faded. A chill crept onto his lazy features.
