"Where did you come from, kid? Don't you even know how to queue?" A short, stocky young man in brown robes glared at Lu Xiaotian. If Lu Xiaotian had not taken two steps back, the man would almost certainly have shoved him.
Lu Xiaotian had just been intimidated by the War Immortal Tower's overwhelming presence and had not noticed these people. He had not expected the young man in brown to be so overbearing. With a slight furrow of his brows, he took a few steps back and let him go first.
The other party, however, refused to let the matter drop. "You blocked this young master's way, and now you're trying to play the coward?" The young man in brown planted his hands on his hips. Seeing Lu Xiaotian retreat, he had no intention of giving up.
"What do you want? Don't tell me you want to fight?" Lu Xiaotian asked with an indifferent smile.
"Well, well. You dare act tough with this young master? Go ask around. In Pill King City, who doesn't know the name of Nie Biancheng, the Ghost Shadow Saber?" The young man's two thick, saber-shaped brows rose, and astonishing killing intent burst forth. Two young female cultivators passing beside Lu Xiaotian were caught in it and jumped in fright, hurriedly moving aside.
The killing intent, almost solid enough to touch, stirred up a cold current that fluttered Lu Xiaotian's robes.
"Oh? You have some skill. You actually managed to withstand this young master's aura." A trace of surprise flashed through Nie Biancheng's eyes.
"If you have any other tricks, use them all. If you're out of moves, then get lost. A good dog doesn't block the road."
Lu Xiaotian had originally intended to avoid trouble and keep the peace, but it now appeared that