"Kid, it seems you're not afraid of me?"
Just when a flicker of disappointment stirred in Chen Fei's heart, a chilling laugh suddenly came from behind the snow-surnamed elder of the Holy Fire Sect.
The middle-aged man holding the Black Long Saber stepped forward. He had a robust figure, a tall stature of around 1.8 or 1.9 meters, and a cold, proud smile on his face. Looking down at Chen Fei, he spoke mockingly.
"Afraid of you? Why should I be afraid of you?" Hearing this, Chen Fei lifted his head slightly, frowning at the man.
In fact, he didn't like looking up at people; it made him feel uncomfortable.
"Why? Heh... Just take a look at the people behind you, and you'll understand, won't you?" At Chen Fei's words, the burly man with the Black Long Saber was taken aback, as if he had heard a very funny joke. He let out a sneer, then pointed at Captain Pei and the others behind Chen Fei. "Look at them," he said, his face a mask of mockery.
