Luo Jiuxiao could hardly believe his ears. Fan Lang had actually called him by name and started giving him orders!
How much wine would someone have to drink to spout such madness?
"Outrageous!" Luo Jiuxiao stamped his foot in fury. "Fan Lang, what nonsense are you talking about?!"
Fan Lang's expression remained unchanged. He was not fooling around; he knew exactly what he was doing. Though rage burned in his heart, it had not clouded his reason.
From his high seat, Ye Qingzhuo sneered. "Haha, City Lord, calm down. This brat has overstepped his bounds, so let my men teach him a lesson for you. I can see that this brat has little to do with the City Lord's Mansion. Since he spoke so recklessly, he alone can bear the consequences. I will not hold the City Lord's Mansion accountable. For your daughter's sake, I may even show some leniency."
"Yao Busheng, deal with him. Be quick about it," Ye Qingzhuo said, waving his hand.
"Yes!"
Ye Qingzhuo had brought four bodyguards. One of them answered in a deep voice and stepped forward, unleashing the cultivation of a Mystic Grandmaster. His aura erupted, and a faint green mist curled around his hands.
Everyone in Azure Mist Valley cultivated poison arts. Their inner power carried poison attributes; even the slightest contact would poison someone. It was exceptionally sinister.
Yao Busheng strode toward Fan Lang. The green mist around his hands grew denser and gave off a choking stench.
"Kid, there's a saying: disaster comes from the mouth. What you said just now has brought you great trouble. In your next life, remember to watch your mouth. There are some people you simply cannot afford to offend," Yao Busheng said arrogantly.
"Heh, it's still unclear whose mouth will bring disaster."
Fan Lang