Resentment

At this point, Yue Qianchou angrily yanked the Great Black Saber out of the ground again. The blade swayed twice as he pointed it at Hu Yuntian's nose. "Senior Sikong, the facts are right before us. Hurry and seize these evildoers and punish them severely. Don't let them get away."

From how impatient he looked, he practically seemed to be asking whether they needed his help catching them.

Sikong Jue could not help rolling his eyes. Just because you called it fact made it fact? Just because you said arrest them meant they should be arrested?

A fat man in blue floated in the air, clutching his round belly as he chuckled. It was none other than Pei Fang. Quite a few people wanted to laugh, and Nong Zhu was one of them; his lips had split into a grin, but he forcefully kept himself from making a sound. Wen Lanfeng's lips also curved in a faint, amused smile.

Hu Yuntian was nearly maddened by him. He immediately roared, "Who said we were running?"

"If you're not running, then obediently confess and submit to the law, so we won't have to go through so much trouble." Yue Qianchou waved his saber toward Sikong Jue and the others. In the blink of an eye, they had become "us," as though he were about to enforce the law alongside them.

Sikong Jue had seen through it. Hu Yuntian had cultivated under Hu Changshou's protection since childhood. Everyone usually yielded to him—who would dare talk back to him? He was fine at throwing his weight around, but he was utterly unfit for a battle of words. Now that he had run into Yue Qianchou, he was practically being angered into confusion. If Yue Qianchou kept talking, he could probably make the dead sound