Bi Fan noticed the change in his expression and immediately grew wary. Frowning, he fixed his gaze on him and asked in a low voice, "Are you planning to keep my brother here today?"
Xiang Guanghao let out a cold snort. "You're that Bi Fan, aren't you? What, do I need your permission to kill this man?"
"Whether I agree or not, you won't care," Bi Fan said bluntly. He knew that perfectly well.
"Then why are you wasting your breath?" Xiang Guanghao asked with a mocking look.
Bi Fan smiled calmly. "I'm just curious. The Golden Crow Clan's last surviving bloodline has a powerful elder watching over her. The Blood God Hall sure has guts. Aren't you afraid that elder will fly into a rage and tear your sect apart?"
Xiang Guanghao's expression changed. A trace of unease flickered deep in his eyes, but he immediately barked, "Stop trying to threaten me! This is a grudge between your Demon Race. Those words apply to your Demon Race, too. What does it have to do with our human sect?"
"Heh, that's not so certain!" Bi Fan said with a smile. "You must have heard about that elder's cultivation and strength. If the last direct descendant of her old friend's clan were cut down by you, what do you think she'd do? Would she keep quiet for the sake of so-called appearances, or kill the people who took her life?"
"Even if it doesn't cause a major upheaval, killing a few of you would be child's play. By then, everyone else will divide up the spoils you traded your life for. I never took you for a great hero willing to sacrifice yourself for your sect's gain!"
Xiang Guanghao froze for a moment, and his resolve began to waver.
He knew