Yang An had confidence. He had not rashly moved to kill Wen Zhao in a fit of rage; he knew exactly what he was doing.
For one, his current combat strength already did not fear the Ghost Path. Against such endlessly troublesome jumping clowns, it was best to swat them dead like mosquitoes and flies.
For another, Ming He had asked him to join the battle, but Ming He's purpose had not been this. He wanted Yang An to gather the Three Spirit Lights and save the world together.
This showed that Yang An's importance was at least greater than that of these people from the Golden Thread Pavilion. At the same time, he was testing the waters. His seemingly forceful crushing of Wen Zhao was, in truth, a test of Ming He's tolerance toward him.
If Ming He chose to turn a blind eye to this, then no matter what the others in the Golden Thread Pavilion did, they would not affect him in the slightest.
Ming He's attitude was very important.
Yet even now, Wen Zhao had been reduced to nothing but scattered bones, and Ming He still had not appeared. To Yang An, this was good news. It meant he could completely ignore this group of people.
"What did Elder Wen Zhao do to you?"
Upon hearing Yang An's answer, Thirty Flow questioned him.
Yang An had once killed a disciple Wen Zhao had long coveted. Thirty Flow knew about that, but Yang An had not been at fault; it had been caused by another's provocation.
Thus, Thirty Flow did not ask why Wen Zhao had wanted to kill Yang An. He asked what Wen Zhao had done.
The others nearby were also filled with doubt. They did not know the full sequence of events.
Only Zhuanyu,