Quiet!
Silence!
Absolute quiet! Absolute silence.
At that moment, everyone's eyes fell on Hun Xiu. Princess Iron Fan and Niu Xiangxiang found it hard to believe that Hun Xiu, an utterly ordinary man with nothing but his looks, actually dared to say such words to supreme experts like Randeng, Maitreya, and Guanyin.
Give him some face? Who was he? What gave him the right to think they ought to give him face? Why? Just because he was handsome? Handsome? That was merely skin deep. A pleasing appearance could indeed delight the eye, but this was a world where the strong devoured the weak, where strength reigned supreme.
Handsome? Without sufficient strength, he was nothing, absolutely nothing! Just because Hun Xiu was handsome, Randeng, Maitreya, and Guanyin had to give him face? That was simply impossible.
Princess Iron Fan said, "Hun Xiu, why did you step forward? Go back! You may be handsome, but without enough strength, this is not a place where you can interfere. Go back!"
Princess Iron Fan looked anxious, terrified that something might happen to Hun Xiu. He had not even gotten to eat the dumplings, to eat down... below. Princess Iron Fan could not bear to watch Hun Xiu throw his life away.
Hun Xiu's looks were right there. If he died—if he died just like that—it would be such a pity, such a shame, so heartbreaking.
Hun Xiu seemed not to have heard Princess Iron Fan's words. He stepped forward on his own, and his voice rang out once more. "Well? Have you thought it over? Can you give me some face?"
"This idiot!"
Seeing that Hun Xiu not only refused to retreat but actually pushed his luck, Princess Iron Fan's face darkened with anger. Fury rose in her heart.
This was a battlefield