At the mine, everyone looked warily at the Four Fiends of Mist Mountain, whose bodies radiated killing intent and whose auras ran deep.
Zhou Jiang and the others unconsciously shifted their feet, moving behind Xu Yang. As for Liu Xunjiang, they paid him no heed.
Liu Xunjiang snapped, "The Four Fiends of Mist Mountain have barged into the mine to kill people. Isn't that trampling on the sect's dignity? Xu Yang, if you let them run amok here, I'll report you to the sect and have you punished."
Xu Yang snorted. "Go ahead. As long as they don't touch the mine's people, report whatever you like. You're the one who let outsiders into the mine and invited trouble. Let's see which of us gets punished."
"So you're Xu Yang, the Violet Sun Gate genius who's recently risen to fame. Rest assured, Brother Xu. We're only killing members of the Song Family. Of course, if your Violet Sun Gate people attack us, you can't blame us for what happens." Li Haoran was in no hurry to act. He was happy to watch the Violet Sun Gate members fight among themselves.
Xu Yang glanced indifferently at Li Haoran. "As long as you don't attack the mine's people first, I won't interfere. If anyone attacks you and gets killed, that's none of my business either. At worst, I'll apply to the sect for replacements."
Li Haoran nodded, then turned to Song Wenxuan. "You've got some nerve, snatching food from a tiger's jaws. Did you think the Cloud Ridge Mountains were yours to lord over? Hand it over, and I'll give you a quick death."
"We found it first! What gives you the right to call it yours?"
Song Wenxuan shouted, "Don't push your luck, Li Haoran! Do you really think the Song Family