The main peak, the Martial Hall.
"You..."
"Ugh..."
"Wan Jun Peak..."
"Woah..."
...
A chorus of gasps erupted in front of the Martial Hall.
Bai Yuan sent a young Martial Artist from the Martial Hall sprawling with a single kick.
'What a shame,' he thought. 'I rarely get into fights where I'm not allowed to kill anyone.'
These people should count themselves lucky. If they were any older, Old Dong would have already dismantled them into eight hundred pieces, just like that Gatekeeper Steward.
The experts within the Martial Hall heard the commotion and came out. They had intended to shout a harsh reprimand, or even make a move.
But when they saw the gray-robed old man behind Bai Yuan, they fell silent, like sparrows with their windpipes pinched, not daring to make a peep.
Dong Wanjun followed behind Bai Yuan as if he were taking a leisurely stroll through a garden.
