In their eyes, Chen Changan's calm composure was not steadiness, but disregard for them—a humiliation.
He was merely at the peak of the Myriad Thousand Realm, someone who had not even broken through to the Greater Ruler realm, yet he still dared to be so arrogantly dismissive. He was simply courting death.
"Kid, do you know who we are?"
"You dared speak to us like that? Do you really think that just because this is Starfall Hall, we wouldn't dare do anything to you?"
"Even if we kill you, the people of Starfall Hall would never make things difficult for us over some insignificant War Alliance."
Hearing this, Chen Changan smiled and asked, "So what you mean is, as long as someone has enough strength, then even if they kill someone, there will be no consequences?"
"Hahahahaha, aren't you quite clear about it?"
"So don't think too highly of yourself, and don't provoke people you shouldn't provoke."
"If you know what's good for you, get lost now. Don't force us to make a move."
Chen Changan had no interest in knowing who these people were, nor did he want to know. He only knew that it had been a long time since he had killed anyone.
"Thank you for giving me this opportunity."
Chen Changan's sudden words left the people opposite him stunned.
Thank him? For what? What opportunity had they given him?
Before they could react, Chen Changan had already gripped the Red Dust Sword and charged into the crowd.
The others merely sneered at Chen Changan's overestimation of himself. With his level of cultivation, even if they stood still, he would not be able to harm them.
Yet they would soon pay a terrible price for their arrogance.
"Hall Master, are we really not going to intervene?"
"This