Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Outside the Spring Rain Temple, the sound of an iron staff echoed continuously.
This time no one exaggeratedly yelled "Shen Li is killing someone!", but occasionally someone was struck by Shen Li and flung into the air like a kite with its string cut, flying over the open space in front of the small villa and crashing into the forest opposite the Spring Rain Temple.
The three from Fenglai Temple stood on the terrace.
"Shen Li really doesn't hold back," mused Gu Nanfeng.
"This kid is known for being 'ruthless' in Snow Forbidden City... Once he makes a move, there's a high likelihood he'll leave his opponent seriously injured," Luo Yu squinted his eyes and clenched his fist, joking, "Some people say that in a few years, the title of 'Iron Fist' should be passed on to Shen Li."
"Interesting..." Gu Nanfeng chuckled.
