"Stand down!" The voice was cold, almost completely devoid of emotion.
But anyone familiar with it knew its owner was furious.
It was Qi Tai, the Peak Master of Medicine King Peak.
The figures who had launched themselves into the air landed reluctantly, their faces contorted with rage.
"The young man was a bit heavy-handed."
On the high platform, the Huangfeng Valley Master said with a smile.
Zhang Jingyuan's expression remained unchanged, and he even managed a smile. "It's nothing. When Martial Artists spar, injuries are to be expected."
"Thank you for the match." Lin Jingyu cupped his hands, his expression placid.
Qi Xuancheng's face was grim, but he had to acknowledge Lin Jingyu's strength.
Without a word, he picked up his sword, turned, and leaped off the stage.
"Are there any other Senior Brothers who wish to offer their guidance?" Lin Jingyu said with a smile, looking at the ones who had been about to jump him.
None of them said a word.
