Just as An Yi's words left Hu Jia pale-faced and speechless, a voice tinged with mockery suddenly cut in from behind the crowd.
"You certainly have a sharp tongue. I wonder if your strength is as impressive as your mouth."
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw a young man in white robes approaching slowly, his bearing distinctly arrogant.
It was Bai Shan, one of the Outer Academy's prominent figures.
Bai Shan stopped a few steps away from An Yi. Deliberately ignoring him, he turned an affectionate gaze toward Xiao Xun'er and shook his head with a sigh.
"Xun'er, has an arrogant fellow who does nothing but play to the crowd and run his mouth really won your heart? You mustn't let his honeyed words deceive you."
An Yi slowly turned his head.
He offered no rebuttal, merely narrowing his eyes slightly.
A faint thread of killing intent, so tangible it almost seemed solid, silently spread along his gaze like a venomous snake.
The temperature across the entire square abruptly plunged to freezing.
Bai Shan, who bore the brunt of it, felt his pupils contract violently, his heart suddenly seeming to be clenched in an iron fist.
He even forgot to breathe. Beneath that terrifying killing intent, like mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the Dou Qi flowing through his body instantly froze solid!
It was an utterly pure pressure of death, as though his head would leave his neck the very next second.
Whoosh!
Just as Bai Shan was about to collapse, an elderly figure darted between them like a phantom. With a sharp sweep of his broad sleeve, he forcibly cut off that suffocating killing intent.
Hu Gan's face was slightly pale as he stared fixedly at An Yi. "This is Jia Nan Academy," he said