Who Would Bother Arguing with a Madman?

White Jade Market was located in a mountainous region north of Northern Dome Immortal City.

The market had only been established less than two years ago. There had originally been hardly anyone here, but it had become lively once the Rogue Cultivators moved south.

Su Fan entered the market and sized up the Rogue Cultivators on the streets. Most of them were at Foundation Establishment or the Golden Core Realm, gathered in groups of three or five.

He followed the street to the depths of the market, where he saw that quite a few people had gathered, surrounding the area in layer upon layer.

At that moment, Lu Yan and the others were confronting more than ten Rogue Cultivators of the Nascent Soul Realm. The other side was extremely arrogant, looking utterly fearless.

The Rogue Cultivators watching the spectacle all wore gleeful expressions, occasionally adding a few taunting shouts, afraid that the world might not descend into enough chaos.

"Fellow Daoists, I'm warning you again. Disperse now, and we'll pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, our Northern Dome Immortal Sect's Law Enforcement Hall will forcibly drive you out..."

In truth, although Lu Yan spoke with righteousness ringing in his voice, he was clearly lacking confidence.

Facing these tough-as-nails Rogue Cultivators, Lu Yan, who had come from the ranks of the Immortal Sect's disciples, had no idea how to deal with them.

"Hmph... If you don't give us an explanation today, this matter isn't over..."

Lu Yan's face flushed red with anger. These people were simply unreasonable, clearly here to deliberately cause trouble.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed a figure appear in front of him, and he immediately grew excited.

"Senior Brother, they..."

Before Lu Yan could finish, Su Fan waved his hand and cut him off.

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