Now, those surrounding Sect Masters could no longer laugh.
Because the defeat of old man Huang just now could still be said to be due to old man Huang’s own carelessness, coupled with his unfamiliarity with intelligence and the like, the defeat could have been accidental.
But this time, Xu Fei had used an incomparably decent manner to win over Six Lines Palmist Xue Fengqi, which was really a hard slap in the face of each of those people present!
Xu Fei reached out at this moment and patted the bits of dust on his clothes, then looked with his head held high at the remaining guys across the room and said in a cold voice.
“Next, who else!”
Six simple words, but it was as if Tarzan was pressing down on them, pressurizing those people to the point where they couldn’t breathe.
They who had just been arrogant and domineering were all already nervous inside at this moment.
It wasn’t because of cowardice, but because two people had already fallen in front of Xu Fei.
If they were to fall again this time, they were afraid that not only would they receive a beating for nothing, but they would also be subjected to Hong Xiu De’s retaliation when they were done!
At the critical moment, there was an ugly and hideous-looking strong man who stood directly in the center of the field.
This person was tall, with a muscular ~ with a strong sense of oppression, wearing a sweatshirt on his upper body, and carrying a Rakshasa signet cylinder on his back.
His face was covered in scars that had directly destroyed the coordination of what was once his facial features, which was why it appeared ugly and hideous at first glance.
When Xu Fei saw this fellow, he couldn’t help but raise his vigilance in his heart.
The two guys fighting in front of him, one was old man Huang who looked to be full of silver hair and smiling not much of a threat.
The other Xue Fengqi a long shirt body, leaving a mountain character beard, looks very solemn.
Although the two dressed appropriately, but for Xu Fei, a look at them do not have much experience in combat.
As the saying goes, scars are a man’s medal!
The man standing in front of Xu Fei at this moment gave Xu Fei a different feeling just by appearing.
The burly man arched his hand at Xu Fei after standing out, then said in a jarring voice.
“Is the Qi Sect Rakshasa Palm Sect’s Shi Boutian qualified to be your opponent?”
Xu Fei nodded his head at his words, then also assumed a serious posture to meet the battle.
“Just based on these scars of yours, of course you’re qualified!”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Shi Botian was ready to strike, while his appearance surprised the rest of the group, including Hong Xiu De, before reacting to the situation and then they were all quite relieved.
If Sun Wo Guang was the weakest amongst the group of Qi Sect sub-palms, then this Shi Boutian was the ceiling of combat power under Hong Xiu De.
Without any hesitation, if Shi Botian was angered, it would not be a problem for him to single-handedly take on the remaining sect masters.
Therefore, when they saw Shi Boutian take the initiative to meet the battle, everyone felt stable.
After all, although Shi Boutian was usually the ceiling of combat power, but his character was withdrawn, and he hardly interacted with anyone on his own initiative.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be the case that even Hong Xiu De would show a slightly surprised expression when he saw Shi Boutian take the initiative to meet the battle.
Shi Botian acted swiftly and fluidly, drawing out the Rakshasa Signet Cylinder on his back for a while and shaking it, the signet board fell to the ground, forming an arcane technique, and then a green colored mist gradually surfaced in the air.
Eventually, these green-colored mists coalesced into one, as if they were green-faced and fanged ghost-like existences.
