The tavern fell silent. Not only the Zhilan Sect disciples who had been killed, but everyone else had failed to expect Wei Fan to crush one of the Zhilan Sect's disciples to death at the slightest disagreement.
"Wei Fan is that vicious too?"
"What did you expect? He roasted Little Ox King alive on the Lin Yao City arena. Did you really think Wei Fan was softhearted?"
"It seems he truly does not fear the Zhilan Sect. He is clearly trying to lure the Zhilan Sect's experts here and slaughter them all together."
Amid the discussion, only Feng Hua, some distance away, showed no surprise. Only she knew how terrifying Wei Fan had been in the Wasteland. The Zhilan Sect had provoked him again and again; they were simply courting death, forcing the Sect-Exterminating Demon of the Wasteland out.
"Junior Brother..."
Senior Brother Jiang let out a miserable roar, his eyes splitting with rage. He too had not expected Wei Fan to kill without any warning.
No one stepped forward to stop Wei Fan from killing. This small town had formed only because countless people came to Thunder Mountain every day to comprehend its mysteries. It belonged to no faction, and even the Great Xu Imperial Court did not dare meddle here.
After all, those who came here were not merely newly risen prodigies from the major powers of Beiding Continent. There could also be formidable outsiders crossing over from other great domains. If one involved oneself in others' disputes here, it was easy to provoke a power one could not afford to offend.
Of course, under normal circumstances, no one fought here either. The people were too mixed, their strengths too uneven. If a fight affected others and one failed to control one's aura, killing a few low-cultivation people