No one heard Fang Shuwen's words. They were still immersed in the shock of his previous punch. The howling, gale-like Fist Technique had forcibly cleaved the crowd in the Demon Mad Stockade's Martial Arts Arena in two. It had forged ahead unstoppably, smashing directly into the Demon Gathering Hall!
What kind of Fist Technique was this, anyway?
The smile on Hong Zhengwu's face had already vanished, replaced by an eerie calm.
Dugu Sheng, meanwhile, flicked the blade of his sword lightly, emitting a clear CLANG.
Bai Qianfang's gaze did not fall on Fang Shuwen. Instead, he stared at the Demon Gathering Hall. His icy blue eyes were devoid of any emotion, as cold and indifferent as frost.
THROOM!!!
A blast of berserk True Qi suddenly erupted from within the Demon Gathering Hall.
CLATTER, CLATTER! The roof tiles began to violently rattle as the doors and windows were blown wide open by a terrifying, continuously rising aura.
"This is bad, the stockade leader is furious."
