"Alright, if there's nothing else, please make way for me." Iron Arm Fist Gu Tong wore an expression of determination to leave, as if he couldn't care less what they thought. However, Gu Fan, Lord Xiong, and Mo Yun just smiled and shook their heads—it was obvious that they weren't going to step aside.
Iron Arm Fist Gu Tong's expression darkened, "Kid, don't think you're something special just because you beat me. I was going easy on you on the stage. If you don't get wise, don't blame me for not being nice."
"Great, fighting is simpler. Lord Xiong, please, make it quick." After Gu Fan spoke, Lord Xiong took a step forward, his formidable gaze seemingly telling Iron Arm Fist Gu Tong to cooperate nicely.
Based on intuition, Iron Arm Fist Gu Tong knew this elder was not someone to provoke. But for the sake of his dignity, he couldn't back down and simply readied himself.