At the sound of that sudden voice, everyone froze for a moment and looked up in astonishment. Ning Wangshu had already turned around. His expression was calm, as still as a quiet well, as he looked at them.
Chen Mang, Wang Lingxiao, and the others were stunned too. Then they suddenly burst into snickering.
"You want us to get lost or die? Heh, do you even know what you're saying? What an outrageous claim!"
Chen Mang sneered.
Wang Lingxiao curled his lip in disdain. "Exactly! Who do you think you are, telling us to get lost? Do you even know who we are? How dare you spout such nonsense in front of us?"
Yao Shengxue glanced sidelong at Ning Wangshu, covered her mouth, and giggled seductively. "My good sir, a person should know their own limits."
"Those who understand the times are wise. Before Brother Chen and Young Master Wang get angry, you'd better leave at once, lest you lose your life."
Hua Juechen was even more direct. His voice was icy as he said, "I'll give you three breaths. Get lost!"
Ning Wangshu looked at them and shook his head. "I already gave you a chance. You chose not to value it, so you can't blame me."
"Heh, do you even understand the situation? You're still putting on airs, calling yourself 'this seat'? You think you're worthy? You won't shed a tear until you see your own coffin!"
Wang Lingxiao sneered.
"Brother Wang, why waste your breath on him? If this worthless ant wants to die, then let's grant his wish. One slap ought to kill him!"
Chen Mang snorted, a murderous glint suddenly appearing in his eyes.
But just as he was about to attack, the old man beside him spoke up. "Young Sect Master, why should you