682 Grand Slam

On the battle ring, Ling Xian stood with his hands behind his back. His white robe was fluttering in the wind, making him look like a sage.

As he stepped onto the battle ring, the atmosphere at the scene also reached an all time high. Everyone's blood was boiling.

Everyone's spirit was now lifted. As if they've been shot with a dose of chicken blood, they waited for the battle that concludes the Competition of the Four Paths.

Of course, what they were looking forward to the most, was for Ling Xian to break the record and be the first man to pave this unexplored path.

Only person didn't want this to happen. That was Leng Feng.

He didn't want to be the stepping stone that Ling Xian used to become a legend. To him, that was a form of humiliation!

"You really think of me as a soft persimmon?"

Leng Feng's expression was cold as he stared at Ling Xian with a deadly stare. As if he was a snake who was checking out his prey.