89 Mighty Lin Zhantian

"Old man, in the future, I will certainly return the favour for today!" Ye Xiwen gritted his teeth and said with a lot of sweat crazily dipping down his face.

"You do not have a future!" The old man shouted with a hideous look on his face.

"Stop!" A loud shout came, followed by a big hand that came straight down from the sky and caught that old man's big hand and directly exploded it.

"What were you trying to do?" A thundering voice resounded in the sky and a figure came down flying. This was none other than Qingfeng Mountain sub-school's former ancestor, Lin Zhantian.

The black clothed old man looked coldly at Lin Zhantian.

"This little beast has severely injured the seed disciples of our Shaoyang sub-school and there's no way for our school to participate in the assessment, this hatred is totally irreconcilable." That old man said and gritted his teeth.