On the Martial Arts Arena, the old hall master, with a long spear in hand, was locked in a fierce battle with Feng Chuncai, whose body had swollen to the size of a giant!
The other Martial Masters and apprentices of the hall also descended into a chaotic brawl.
The joyous banquet scene from moments before was like a fraudulent old painting, instantly torn to shreds by the gentle slash of time's Wind Saber.
Amid the shattered scene, someone shouted in bewilderment, "Seventh Junior Brother, why...?"
Before he could get the rest of his words out, the man opposite him yelled loudly, "Third Senior Brother, a wise man knows when to yield! If you don't pledge allegiance to Hall Master Feng, then today, we brothers are fated to be nothing but enemies!"
While parrying Seventh Junior Brother's blade, Third Senior Brother roared, "Who says I'm not siding with Hall Master Feng? Someone should have come and asked me! Dammit, you just started hacking at me without even asking!"
