As he spoke, Shen Qi slowly curled his lips into a cold smile: "Guess what, if you dare to make a move, will they tear you to pieces? Or will they tear your disciples to pieces?"
Shen Qi's chilling gaze swept over the group of hall disciples.
The corners of his mouth carried a bloodthirsty coldness.
Upon hearing his words, Li Tiesheng suddenly tightened his grip, the fist he was about to swing was forcibly pulled back.
A disciple beside him leaned into his ear and whispered, "Master, there's really a huge circle of people surrounding us outside."
Li Tiesheng took a deep breath, seething with anger, yet... he dared not act rashly.
