The young man held a Ghost Head Saber in his hand, his gaze defiant:
"Want to go up? You have to get past me first!"
"Saint Heir, you can spar freely in the Celestial Pride Tower, but killing and maiming are forbidden. Harmony is precious, and stop at the right point!"
Qiuxiang reminded.
She also knew the young man in front of her, Lin Feng, the first True Inheritor of the Divine Saber Sect, fifty-sixth Body Refining Transformation, twenty-seven years old, could be considered a genius.
But compared to Zhou Chen, he was really too weak.
"Saint Heir?"
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed; he wasn't like Qiuxiang or Dongyue, those maids with Great Qian Dynasty backing who already memorized the information about each pride meticulously to facilitate reception.
He had just arrived, been kicked down by someone above, was quite angry, wanted to find someone to vent his anger, and happened to see Zhou Chen.
He jumped out directly.
After all, no one would die; at most, he'd get beaten up.
