The smoke and dust settled, revealing a stretch of cleared, ruined ground.
The tumultuous martial arts arena fell silent at the defeat of Muri Xining.
Everyone stared at the white-robed figure in the center of the arena, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Just then, a distinctive set of footsteps echoed across the arena.
The steps were like claps of thunder, like the roaring of the wind.
Fang Yang slowly raised his head and looked ahead.
Murong Chengfeng!
It was Murong Chengfeng, who had stepped out from a secluded corner to face Fang Yang directly.
Murong Chengfeng was burly and tall, his face covered by a thick beard.
His arms were dark and massive, thick enough to race horses on.
He looked like an absolute brute. If Fang Yang hadn't seen a portrait of him before, he would have mistaken him for a champion wrestler.
"Changkong Fang Nian?"
"Murong Chengfeng?"
Separated by the fallen Muri Xining, both Fang Yang and Murong Chengfeng narrowed their eyes.
