"Can't you understand what I'm saying? I told you to come down!" The cold voice of the Beiming Sect elder resounded again!
"What right do you have to order me?"
Ren Feifan, from his higher position, glanced over the crowd and finally set his gaze on the elder, his voice flat, showing no trace of fear.
The elder was startled, not expecting this young man to be so bold. He furiously drew his longsword, intending to forcefully place it against Ren Feifan's neck—this was his custom.
But Ren Feifan was not about to comply. With a mere thought, the giant tiger shifted its body, instantly dodging!
Seeing that his opponent dared to dodge, a flash of annoyance crossed the elder's face, and he sneered:
"How dare you defy my sword? You must be tired of living!"
Even though his opponent was of a higher realm and had the advantage in numbers, Ren Feifan's expression turned icy as he declared loudly, "Remove your sword, or I'll make sure you can't even hold it anymore. This is my right!"
