Song Yan Ning showed no mercy as she snapped her whip, and Fang Yijian fell to the ground, lifeless.
She collected Fang Yijian's Life-Slaying Shovel and his Storage Bag, then looked toward the Mo Feng Sect Master who had charged onto the arena. She curled her lips disdainfully, "So the rules here are merely for show."
The organizers felt embarrassed. This was the second time someone had charged onto the stage, but since the Mo Feng Sect was the first sect of Lingyue City, they could only feign ignorance.
"I demand your life!" The Mo Feng Sect Master's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Song Yan Ning. He wanted to tear her to pieces.
Song Yan Ning simply shrugged indifferently. Her cultivation level was nearly equal to that of the Mo Feng Sect Master, and even if it were higher, she had other means at her disposal.
At that moment, a figure landed on the stage, positioning himself in front of Song Yan Ning.
