บท 147: Wushang

"I dare you to repeat what you said." Lin Fan stood up and glared at Larl, "I can let it go if you just humiliate me, but to my fellow disciples and even our sectmaster, you dared to slander? You've got guts there." The usual merry and composed attitude of Lin Fan in front of his fellow disciples were nowhere to be found. It seemed like the other party had hit a sore spot inside him.

"What, you think I'm afraid of you?" Larl sneered and said, "You all are lowest of the lowest beings, especially your shameless sectmaster who only knows how to hug someone's thighs!"

Whooosh!

Lin Fan dashed towards Larl at a terrifying speed, and charged his right fist carrying a heavy power. This shocked Larl a bit, however, he sneered and charged his right fist also, aiming to counter Lin Fan's punch!

The servant who was accommodating them wanted to stop the two, however, given with his current cultivation, he was just seeking death.

Booom!