A man whose face was under a hat with black veil all around slowly walked out. The crowd let him through after sensing his thick murderous intent just like a death god.

This aura was graver than Liao Cheng’s own, capable of freezing the air.

“Who is that?” 

“I don’t know, but that sword technique earlier was unbelievable, capable of destroying that blood grinder’s barrier.”

“Only a few youths are able to do this, all famous.”

People actually stopped climbing on stage; all eyes were on these two now.

Meanwhile, Bi Ningshuai dragged the injured Wang Meng into the crowd.

“That was you earlier?” Liao Cheng stood on a higher step and glared fiercely at Feiyun. The centipede squirmed around him.

Feiyun nodded: “Show mercy when possible, it is only a fight, no need to kill him.”

Others wouldn’t dare to talk to Liao Cheng...