A Sudden Battle

The scarred man roared, "Where did this ant come from? Die!"

But the white-haired old man shot him a look, signaling him to hold back.

First, he wanted to see just who this white-clad young man was.

As far as he knew, there were no old monsters in this corner of the Southern Frontier who had made a name for themselves through their physical prowess. The young man before him probably wasn't from the Southern Frontier. Could he have come from the Central Plains?

But with Ghosts' Bane cutting off the way, even if some monstrous talent existed in the Central Plains, how could he cross that natural barrier?

Then just who was this young man?

Seeing the young man's hostile bearing, the old man shook his head.

The scarred man drew a deep breath and slightly raised the long sword in his right hand. In an instant, a terrifying aura surged toward Wang Xian like a raging storm.

He roared, "Where did you come from, you freak? How dare you provoke me!"

At the scarred man's roar, everyone from the Tea Snow Morning group staggered.

The swords in Song Tian and Bai Xue's scabbards groaned under the strain, eager to leap out and strike down their enemy.

Even the blades in the hands of the dozen or so cultivators in the teahouse began to hum.

Only Wang Xian, clad in white, stood motionless at the entrance.

Shaking his head as he watched the scarred man on the verge of exploding, Wang Xian's lips curled with contempt.

A great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

The teahouse was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The atmosphere was eerie.

Hu Keke simply found an empty table and sat down. She set her bamboo basket on it, ready