"Oh? The more you say that, fellow Daoist, the more I intend to give it a try."
Lin Xuan was not a cultivator who liked acting on impulse, yet the other party's arrogant attitude had filled him with revulsion from the bottom of his heart.
The other party's realm was only roughly on par with his own. In a one-on-one fight, Lin Xuan would not claim he was certain he could kill him in an instant, but within a few moves, he could absolutely leave the man covered in dust and ashes.
So what if the Seven Cultivators of Taizhen came at him together? Who would win and who would lose was still another matter.
It was true that Lin Xuan was wary of the Yulan Trade Alliance, but that did not mean any random foot soldier could stand high above him and point fingers.
If the other party had spoken with even a little courtesy, lowering his head and yielding, it was not as if Lin Xuan would have been unwilling to talk.
After all, compared with offending a colossal monster, a bit of face was not worth mentioning at all.
Even if he had to compensate them for their losses, Lin Xuan would have had nothing to say.
When all was said and done, this matter was still his fault.
But he had not expected the envoy of the Yulan Trade Alliance to be arrogant to such a degree the moment he appeared, as if whether he lived or died could be decided by a single word from them.
Far too overbearing.
Lin Xuan's eyes were blazing with anger.
Of course, it was not that he truly could not control his emotions, but rather that the attitude of the Seven Cultivators of Taizhen made Lin Xuan understand clearly