"Xiao Tribe, Xiao Ze." Xiao Ze's voice wasn't loud, but to the white-robed young man, it landed like a bombshell.
"Xiao Ze? The Xiao Ze who destroyed the Wind Lightning Pavilion and Ice River Valley?" A hint of disbelief flashed through Chen Xian's eyes.
This fierce man was renowned throughout the Central Plains. Even Chen Xian couldn't hold a candle to his murderous methods, and now he had appeared right before him.
"If there isn't a second person in the Central Plains capable of destroying the Wind Lightning Pavilion and Ice River Valley, then I suppose that's me." Xiao Ze smiled.
But the other four felt as though they were sitting on pins and needles. Chen Xian's face stiffened slightly. Of all people to provoke, they'd picked Xiao Ze—and he really would kill them.
Chen Xian forced a smile. "Friend, since you've already acquired this copper piece, I won't play the villain and steal it from you. Until we meet again."
He cupped his hands, then left with his subordinates, looking thoroughly dejected.
How quickly he changed his tune was plain to see.
The commotion also drew sidelong glances from the crowd. When they learned that the man at the head of the group was the fierce figure who had destroyed the Wind Lightning Pavilion and Ice River Valley, they were all startled.
They hadn't expected that such a notorious killer would be interested in attending the Holy Pill City trade fair.
After getting the copper piece, Xiao Ze had no reason to stay. The group headed downstairs.
But seeing Ye Zhong frowning deeply, Xiao Ze couldn't help but smile. "Elder Ye Zhong, are you worried about those men?"
At that, Ye Zhong could only smile wryly and nod. "Given the Mysterious Underworld Sect's vindictive nature, that white-robed man probably