"Hurt my brother? You're asking to die!"
As the nonchalant voice drifted over, Hong Yu, astride his warhorse, slowly rode out from behind Tie Tongtian.
Sitting upright on his horse, Hong Yu gave the wailing Guiyuan Sect disciple on the ground nothing more than a passing glance. He then ignored the man as if he were thin air, his gaze landing on Xue De at the head of the procession.
Their eyes met, and sparks seemed to fly as their sharp gazes clashed in midair.
Xue De's teeth itched with rage, a chilling killing intent flickering in his eyes. He longed to strike Hong Yu down that very instant.
Hong Yu met his stare with unflinching calm.
'Wasn't he just as eager to kill Xue De?' he thought.
However, it was clear that Tie Heng wasn't going to let them come to blows right now.
He cleared his throat and said calmly, "Tian'er, let the man go."
"Yes, Father!"
