Li Shengsheng and others stopped chatting as they turned to look at Liu Wuxie, waiting for his instruction.0

Standing before Dan Zhong, the students of Advanced Class Six wore malicious smiles. They had heard tales of a formidable prodigy joining Advanced Class Seven, but upon laying eyes on Liu Wuxie, they found him to be nothing special.0

Liu Wuxie had masked his cultivation at the eighth level of the Xiantian Realm, appearing unremarkable and seemingly inferior to Li Shengsheng and others. Only a few people knew about his actual fighting prowess. After all, his feat of killing Ji Yang’s lackeys with one blade strike was known only to a small circle, and many people were still unaware of it.2

“Are you sure you want to make a move here?” Liu Wuxie didn’t want any trouble. He was there mainly to observe without being involved in any conflicts. But since Dan Zhong was so aggressive, he didn’t mind teaching him a lesson to make an example out of him as a deterrent to others.0

“You broke two teeth of mine, and in return, I’ll cripple your arms. That seems fair, right?” Dan Zhong stood five steps away...0