The newcomer's name was Ling Feng; he was Lin Qingyun's cousin from the Ling Family of the Provincial City.
At this moment, Ling Feng's gaze was ice-cold as he stared at Zhao Dong on the ground in the distance, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
When he turned to look at Lin Qingyun, Ling Feng's expression softened slightly, and he finally sighed. "Qingyun, you're being so foolish! You've been stalling your return from the East Sea all for this kid? I thought he must be incredibly capable, but it turns out he's just a piece of trash!"
Upon hearing this, veins bulged on the forehead of Zhao Dong on the ground as he clenched his teeth.
He was already at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, strong enough to contend with masters at the seventh or eighth level, yet he had been almost severely injured by a single palm strike from Ling Feng. It was a clear testament to the terrifying power of Ling Feng's realm.
