Qin Shaofeng was no naïve newcomer to the martial world.
In the Martial Path World, there was no shortage of people with violent tempers who shouted about killing at the slightest provocation.
Yet he never paid much attention to such people.
No matter how powerful their cultivation was, those who killed in a rage were ultimately nothing more than a speck of dust in the torrent of history.
The ones who truly inspired fear were often those with immense strength who could still keep their emotions under control.
This dead shemale from Yin Death Hall was clearly far more dangerous in that regard than Luo Yan.
Luo Yan had indeed noticed the dead shemale's expression.
But he still found it insufficient. He sneered again and said, "Dead shemale, you've got quite a few experts at your side!"
"Are you itching to kill me right now?"
"Come on! Come at me, then! Hahahaha..."
Luo Yan suddenly burst into laughter.
His laughter turned the dead shemale's face—rather handsome apart from the savage scar—completely livid.
Who could endure Luo Yan's mockery without being consumed by anger?
Especially someone so young.
Even if he had shown signs of becoming a smiling tiger, he clearly could not transform into one overnight.
That required long years of gradual tempering.
It depended on seasoned experience in the martial world.
"Luo Yan, you are the only son of an Eternal Expert, yet that mouth of yours is truly worlds apart from your father's." The haughty young woman finally could not hold herself back any longer.
"Where did this little bitch come from, daring to speak to me like that?"
Luo Yan fully displayed the arrogance of a second-generation powerhouse. With a cold snort, he said, "A mere Cold Rain Realm—if even your ancestors stood before me, they'd have