As Di Fan's words fell, more than a dozen murderous gazes landed on him in unison.
Di Fan felt the temperature around him drop several degrees.
He sneered. "What are you looking at? I want to live, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of death. If you've really got the guts, kill me. Then I might actually think a little more highly of you."
A Chosen One named Liu Wei took two steps forward.
He stared coldly at Di Fan and said, "You're nothing but the Sovereign's discarded son. What right do you have to speak here?"
Di Fan immediately shot back, "I'm just a discarded son, so why are you wasting your breath on me? Do it. Don't tell me you fear the Sovereign so much that you don't even dare kill his discarded son?"
Liu Wei's face darkened. "You're courting death."
He raised his hand, but seeing that Di Fan had no intention of dodging, he hesitated for a few seconds before lowering it again. "Forget it. What does a little brat like you know? I won't stoop to your level."
A voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar to everyone rang out in the courtyard. "A try-not-to-laugh challenge? Interesting."
Where had that voice come from?
Who was speaking?
Everyone in the courtyard tightened their grips on their weapons and searched in every direction for the speaker.
Then they saw the mask on Longyuan's face fall off on its own and float quietly in midair.
That voice had come from the mask!
"This voice is..." Flying Eagle pondered for a moment, then suddenly widened his eyes. "Nan... Brother Nan Feng?"
Everyone else was startled as well.
"Nan Feng? Nan Feng came out of seclusion?"
"Probably. I remember that mask belonged to Nan Feng."
"So he was the one