Two minutes had passed before Lin Zhantian gradually regained consciousness.
The ferocious kick from He Feng had actually knocked him unconscious.
When he regained consciousness and looked around, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Enduring the intense pain that continually shot through his body, he struggled to lift his head and looked at Ye Ling.
"Who exactly are you, and why do such powerful figures willingly serve under you?"
Lin Zhantian asked as he looked at Ye Ling, his voice grave.
Upon hearing this, Ye Ling scoffed scornfully and responded indifferently, "I've told you, you, a mere Hall Master of Ba Tang, are not yet worthy of knowing my identity!"
"Hmph! Don't think that just because you've defeated me, you can act with impunity!"
Lin Zhantian coldly snorted and then continued, "You'd better reveal your identity, otherwise, one day, stronger people will come seeking revenge against you!"