Everyone looked at Ye Feng with sneers on their faces, disdain evident in their eyes as if they had already imagined Ye Feng's regret once Xu Bing's father arrived.
In the blink of an eye, twenty minutes had passed, and there were less than ten minutes remaining before the banquet would begin.
At that moment, outside the banquet hall, a cluster of chaotic footsteps was heard.
A middle-aged man, accompanied by three others dressed in training clothes, stormed in with a fierce momentum.
The middle-aged man had an iron blue complexion and was suffused with a strong and aggressive aura. The three martial artists behind him also exuded powerful vigors. Standing together, their combined aura and Blood Qi burst forth like invisible heat waves, instantly sweeping through the entire banquet hall and raising its temperature noticeably.
Everyone's foreheads began to bead with sweat as they felt parched and thirsty.
