Ye Tian slowly opened his eyes and found a burly man eight feet tall standing before him.
The man held a serrated blade in his hand, half Ye Tian's height in length. It seemed that if it came down, Ye Tian's slight frame would immediately be chopped into two.
"Is your name written here?"
Ye Tian asked blandly.
"Though this place does not bear my honored name, everyone here knows this is my seat! Today, some fledgling brat who knows where he crawled out from actually dared to openly occupy it. Since this is your first offense, I will not pursue it. Get the hell out of here now, and I'll spare your life!"
The burly man's voice was rough and booming, his words like a low growl. Anyone else might have been cowed three parts by his imposing manner.
"Since your name isn't written here, it has nothing to do with you."
Ye Tian closed his eyes again, sending his consciousness into his sea of consciousness and reviewing the cultivation manual.
"Are you courting death?!"
The burly man had never seen anyone disregard him so completely. Rage surged into his heart at once, and he raised the long blade high before bringing it down in a savage chop!
Yet just as the long blade plunged like a ship cleaving through wind and waves, it abruptly stopped only three inches above Ye Tian's head.
A number of idlers nearby had long been watching the two of them. They had expected a bloody spectacle, but who could have known events would turn out so unexpectedly?
The one who stopped the burly man's blade was none other than Ye Tian, who looked like a frail scholar.
He merely raised two fingers and caught the blade between them, leaving the burly man unable