For a moment, the atmosphere before the mountain gate grew tense, thick with hostility.
Many servant disciples passing by saw the scene and scattered as if fleeing a plague, wanting no part in it. They had seen too many cases of onlookers getting themselves killed for being too curious.
Killing intent welled up inside the middle-aged man.
The ten fingers of his hands trembled rhythmically; he was poised to strike.
Bai Yuan glanced at the middle-aged man's fingers, which were a size larger than an ordinary person's. The man actually practiced the rare Eagle Claw Technique.
'I just wonder which is harder: my blade or his hands.'
Just at that critical moment—
a woman's cold shout echoed from the stone steps above.
"Zhang Fangsheng, you have some nerve! How dare you touch someone from my Wan Jun Peak!"
You Shengnan's figure slowly emerged from a small forest path, her face as cold as frost.
