"Who else dares to come out for a fight?"
Lin Feng's sharp voice echoed throughout the arena.
At the camp of the Seven Great Tribes, more than two hundred disciples of the Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe had their expressions changing, looking extremely ugly.
Mu Ye, who was the strongest among them in the same rank, had already fallen.
Who else would dare to enter the arena after Mu Ye's death?
After a long time, nobody answered, all the disciples of the Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe remained silent.
"Hehe...what? Does no one dare to fight?"
Lin Feng chuckled, his face filled with mockery as he said, "Earlier, weren't all the disciples of the Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe arrogantly proud? How come you've all turned into turtles shrinking their heads?"
Lin Feng's face was thick with disdain as he provoked with his words.
