His right fist gathered a mass of dazzling lightning, while his left hand drew back in a large arc, ready to punch. His footsteps struck the ground with a deep sound as he ran, and the air even produced a ripping sound!
Su Chen's expression turned slightly grave. He neither drew his sword nor defended himself, but kept his eyes fixed on Sigtin's lightning-flaring right fist, as if in a trance.
"Su Chen, what are you standing there for?"
Siger Meiruo couldn't help but panic! Yet she still waited for Su Chen's response!
"That kid, could he be intimidated by Ting'Er? Heh heh heh."
The burly man sneered repeatedly. Many members of the Siger Clan in the hall shared his thoughts, assuming that this mysterious youth from the East was merely a show-off.
But just then, Su Chen suddenly moved!
