Seeing that Chu Han merely stared at him without speaking, the martial artist grew even more arrogant. "No matter how instantly close you became with that young lady from the General's Mansion, she won't offend the Eastern Radiance Cult for someone she's only met once. I advise you to surrender and hand over your belongings."
Chu Han smiled, stepped off Black Panther's back, and landed on the ground. Looking at the group before him, he casually asked, "You're all from the Eastern Radiance Cult?"
"Of course." The others wore mocking half-smiles.
Chu Han nodded. "The Eastern Radiance Cult is the foremost sect in the Jialan Kingdom, yet its followers have fallen to being bandits. It seems the Cult Master's disappearance recently has left things within the cult rather complicated."
At those words, the high-level martial artist frowned and barked, "Kid, blades have no eyes. I advise you not to speak so unpleasantly! Besides, the affairs of the Eastern Radiance Cult are not for you to comment on!"
Chu Han nodded again. "You're surprisingly united, though."
Everyone wore strange expressions.
"Steward Fang, I say we stop wasting words on this kid and attack!"
"That's right. Is this guy a lunatic or something?"
As the cult followers spoke, they looked at Chu Han as though he were an idiot.
The high-level martial artist, Steward Fang, nodded as well and immediately reached for the saber at his waist.
Murdering someone and taking their possessions certainly did not sound good when spoken aloud, but the world was in chaos now. The Eastern Radiance Cult's upper echelon could not meddle in his affairs here, and Black Panther was clearly no ordinary beast. It was only natural for Steward Fang to want to claim it for himself.
After all, the world itself was in turmoil. Strength