Cheap, aren't you... huh?
At that sarcasm, the handsome youth's face darkened at once. "Huang Yun, if I kill this divine soul incarnation of yours, do you believe your Old Ancestor will only applaud and praise me?"
A vicious glint surfaced on the Red-Haired Man's bewitchingly handsome face. "Do I look like the kind of person who throws his weight around by relying on his Old Ancestor's power?"
Expressionless, the handsome youth said, "Not look like. You simply are!"
The Red-Haired Man's expression froze.
Before he could speak, the handsome youth continued, "And besides, in terms of seniority, I am only one generation removed from your Old Ancestor, while you are a full eight generations beneath me! If you refuse to heed my words, bear the consequences yourself!"
The Red-Haired Man laughed. "What I hate most are people who rank everyone by seniority. You dare use seniority to suppress me—would you dare treat my Third Sister the same way?"
The handsome youth frowned.
"In terms of domineering arrogance, my Third Sister is unparalleled. In terms of haughtiness, among our clan's peers, if my Third Sister calls herself second, no one would dare call themselves first."
The Red-Haired Man said, "All I want now is to kill Su Yi. Is that really worth you obstructing me like this?"
The moment those words left his mouth, a Brocade-Clothed Middle-Aged Man in the nearby Tea House suddenly burst into laughter. "Did you hear that? That fellow actually shouted that he wanted to kill Su Yi! Hahaha, has this bastard gone mad?"
The people in the Tea House were stunned at first, then erupted in uproarious laughter.
The Red-Haired Man laughed as well and flicked his sleeve.
Bang!
The Brocade-Clothed Middle-Aged Man's head exploded, blood splashing everywhere.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Everyone was terrified.