As the Steward's words fell.
Lin Feng's eyes burst with a sharp light; was it finally beginning?
Lin Feng turned his head slightly, looking towards Nangong Linjue not far away, who was also looking back at him.
Their gazes, sharp as swords and sabers, collided fiercely in the void.
There was a chilling coldness in Nangong Linjue's eyes.
Whoosh!!
The next moment, both men dashed towards the battle platform, standing thirty steps apart.
"Lin Feng, the moment has finally come!"
A cruel smile finally appeared on Nangong Linjue's face as he taunted, "Are you ready to die?"
Nangong Linjue would not let Lin Feng go; the dignity of the Dynasty must not be trampled upon, and those who do shall die.
Today, in front of elder brother Duan, in front of all the Outer Disciples, he would slay this man who dared to challenge the Dynasty, right on the spot.
"Are you sure, you can defeat me?"
There was also a faint smile on Lin Feng's face.
Clang!
