Qin Fang came to a stop. Chen Shanhe didn't pursue him, just watched him with a cold smile.
At that moment, a clamor of hurried sounds erupted from the surroundings.
"What's that noise?"
"What's going on?"
"Master?"
Only then did the disciples, who had already been asleep, come rushing out of their rooms, blades in hand.
The moment they emerged, they were greeted by a horrifying sight... their master's thatched hut had collapsed.
Qin Fang had barged in by smashing through the front door, and Chen Shanhe had retreated by crashing straight through the back wall. This caused the already flimsy hut to immediately disintegrate and come crashing down.
The disciples of the True Martial Boxing Hall stared, dumbfounded, at the two men facing off against each other.
They were stunned for a moment, but quickly snapped out of it. Shouting, they raised their blades and surged forward, surrounding the valley in layers.
Qin Fang didn't even spare them a glance...
