The Seventh Prince

The courtyard was as simple as it could get. And that only gave Liu Feng goosebumps. There was grass on the other side of this mundane gate that anyone could cross. 

And there wasn't even a guard in this gate. Instead, there was a sign. A sign that probably drove away those who even wanted to come here with malicious intentions. 

[Only those who wish to talk business and fight are welcomed.]

Which crazy person would invite people who wanted to fight to the ir doorstep? Bu the courtyard beyond them wasn't exactly empty either. It was filled. 

There were multiple disciples, and all of them were, well, fighting. There was not a single disciple who was standing idle. Everyone found an opponent to fight. This atmosphere was just terrifying in Liu Feng's eyes.