Seeing this, Lin Feng felt a trace of helplessness and regret rise in his heart.
Brother Niu had spoken frankly and handled matters reliably. Lin Feng had thought they could become friends.
Yet he had never expected the other man to be a villain who specialized in robbing people in remote places.
The Southern Domain Ice Plains truly hid danger at every turn.
The man on the left brandished his cleaver and snarled, "Kid, if you know what's good for you, hand over all your valuables!
Windsplit Valley is our territory. If you dare come here seeking treasure, you'll have to pay the toll!"
The man on the right echoed him, his tone even fiercer. "That's right!
You're dressed so well; you must be carrying plenty of good things!
Hand them over now, or don't blame us three brothers for showing no mercy and throwing you to the snow wolves of the ice plains!"
Niu Hongxi walked over to stand beside the two men. The friendliness on his face had long vanished, replaced by greed and savagery. "Brother Lin, don't blame me for lacking loyalty.
On these ice plains, the law is that the weak are meat for the strong.
You're an outsider carrying so many valuable things. If we don't rob you, who should we rob?
Hand everything over, and perhaps you'll still have a way to live!"
Lin Feng looked at the three men's ferocious faces without the slightest fear. Instead, he gently shook his head. "Why go this far?"
The man on the left grinned viciously and charged at Lin Feng with his butcher's knife raised. "Kid, looks like you really aren't afraid of death!"
Lin Feng's gaze turned cold. He did not move, merely waved his hand casually.
An invisible wind blade formed and flashed across