Mu Fan raised his right foot, then stepped across the fissure carved by the greatsword under the hostile gazes of everyone present.
Anger flashed through Liefu's eyes.
"You have lost the Iron Clan's friendship!"
The greatsword in his hand rose instantly. As the powerful muscles across his body bulged, Liefu—still not tall, yet a full size broader than Salan—stomped one foot heavily against the ground.
Thunderous stomping erupted behind him.
All the Iron Clan People pointed their weapons at Mu Fan.
None of them were bloodthirsty, but punishing those who offended the Divine Envoy had been an ironclad rule since the day they arrived here.
Salan had been unfortunate, but she did not need an outsider passing judgment on their people.
"Having Salan's friendship is enough."
Mu Fan calmly watched the group of Iron Clan People before him, ready to pounce.
"I'll say it one last time... move aside."
There was icy impatience in his voice.
Salan, sitting on the ground, seemed to sense something ominous. She raised her tear-reddened eyes and looked at Mu Fan.
Her gaze was still as innocent as a child's, and she shook her head.
Mu Fan understood. This kindhearted girl was telling him not to hurt her people.
Mu Fan slowly blinked once to show that he understood, then turned his gaze forward again.
"Get back!"
Crackling sounds like bamboo shoots bursting from the earth came from within Clan Leader Liefu's body. At that moment, his aura surged explosively.
The blade swept upward, its flat side aimed at Mu Fan as it smashed down with savage ferocity.
This time, he was not striking to kill as he would against a true enemy, but he was not holding back either.
If the blow did not kill him, he would be crippled.
If it killed him,