Bang!
A muffled thud rang out.
Xue Beng let out a miserable scream as he was struck in the abdomen and sent flying several meters away.
Chen Feng looked at him with disdain.
A dignified Fourth Prince, yet his cultivation was this low?
I'm looking forward to the day I meet the First Prince...
As Xue Beng flew away, Prince Xue Xing, who was not far off, abruptly rose to his feet and shouted angrily:
"You've got some nerve! Attacking someone in broad daylight!"
Chen Feng sneered. "Old man, are you blind? Do you not understand self-defense?"
There was not the slightest bit of politeness in his tone.
They were practically hitting him in the face already, and he was supposed to be nice to them?
What a joke.
That Prince Xue Beng was lucky he had run into their group.
Otherwise, who knew what utterly depraved things he might have done!
In the eyes of these so-called nobles, the circumstances of low-level Soul Masters meant nothing.
They killed when they wanted to kill and robbed when they wanted to rob!
It was survival of the fittest, after all.
And if they could not beat you, that was fine too—their backing was stronger than yours!
That was why many low-level Soul Masters wanted to join great sects.
It could be said that—
Most of the Soul Masters now gathered outside the gates of the Seven Kill Sword Sect wanted to join it!
And Chen Feng naturally would not indulge Xue Beng. So what if he was a prince?
He was the sole direct descendant of the Seven Kill Sword!
Was he arrogant about it?
Prince Xue Xing was utterly enraged by everything happening before him.
Especially since that brat in white dared to call him an old man?
Anyone who