“Who's up first?” said Chen Fan, looking down at Song Yang’s group coldly.0

“This guy is too arrogant!” shouted Shen Qing, a black-robed youth, and flew onto the stage. 1

He was at the peak of the second level. He released his aura, and a pressure enveloped the surroundings. Ferocious killing intent glinted in his eyes.0

“Little bastard, this day next year will be your death anniversary. I’ll rip your head out of your torso and showcase the prestige of the Tianxia Society!”1

Shen Qing’s voice was cold and brutal, his tone confident.0

Although Chen Fan had defeated Yu Xiong with a single punch, the latter had just reached the second level. So, he couldn’t be compared to Shen Qing.0

Accumulating experience over five...0