Not only did Fang Yuan not retreat, he instead stepped forward half a pace. The distance between them instantly shrank until they could hear each other breathe.
"I said," Fang Yuan's voice suddenly dropped, carrying undisguised viciousness,
"your skills aren't much, and your ears don't work too well either!!"
"Ha!" Someone in the crowd laughed aloud, then abruptly shut up upon sensing the atmosphere.
"Kid, you're fucking courting death!" Tu Lie's blood surged as he stepped forward, making the ground tremble faintly.
"Tsk, that kid... he'll probably have a hard time on the road." A man who clearly spent his years escorting shipments shook his head,
his tone carrying the indifference of one accustomed to storms and waves. "It's no good thing to be targeted by Madman Tu."
A younger martial artist beside him lowered his voice. "He doesn't look very old, and I've never seen him before.
He's probably some greenhorn fresh out of a Martial Arts School to gain experience. He doesn't know the rules and has no idea how he offended those three baleful fiends."
"Who knows? Maybe they had a grudge before? Does Tu Lie need a reason to dislike someone?"
Another person chimed in, his tone full of familiarity with Tu Lie's overbearing ways.
Someone glanced at Fang Yuan with a trace of sympathy. "What a pity. He looks like such a calm young man, but this escort job will probably be hard to endure."
Others sneered, unconcerned. "He had no sense and provoked someone he shouldn't have. Who can he blame? We should stay farther away and avoid getting dragged in."
Faced with Tu Lie's surging killing intent, Fang Yuan remained utterly motionless. The hand resting on the hilt of his chopping knife tightened slightly,
while his gaze grew ever colder, as though he