The hall was deathly silent.
The dozen or so Direct Disciples standing on either side were frozen in fear, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Song Qingya was one of their master's most favored disciples, yet he had just been killed by Su Yu in front of everyone!
Not only had they failed to get revenge, but this was another vicious slap in the face to the Iron Armor Martial Arts Hall!
"CRACK!"
Suddenly, one of the Profound Iron Galls in Xiong Wu's hand let out a crisp sound. He had crushed it with his bare hand, and iron filings rustled to the floor.
"Good! Very good!"
Xiong Wu grinned, revealing a set of stark white teeth. His eyes were as sinister as a ferocious bear selecting its prey.
"First he kills Sun Shi, and now Song Qingya. It seems this Su Yu is using my Iron Armor Martial Arts Hall as his whetstone, climbing to the top by stepping on my disciples..."
