Outside the arena, Shen Qingshan was ready to step in and intervene.
He had always quite liked his grandson Shen Ao.
The young boy spoke sweetly, and today's performance was indeed outstanding.
Moreover, Shen Ao was still so young; in a few years, he might well reach the level of Shen Ye.
"Brother Phoenix Fool, please stop."
Qianmu Fan spoke again, seeing that Phoenix Fool remained frenzied, holding a chess piece in his hand.
With a flick of the chess piece in his hand, a chessboard grid instantly appeared.
The edges of the grid directly trapped Phoenix Fool inside.
The fist force in his hand erupted, each punch bearing the power to split mountains.
But each punch struck the edges of the grid without effect, as immovable as a mountain against wind and rain.
"Ao'Er, keep some distance; your Brother Feng is currently in a frenzy and might accidentally hurt someone.
Wait till he calms down a bit."
