Four figures stood several meters away from Jiang Chen, their gazes piercing and filled with bone deep hostility. Even without an exchange of words, the intent to shed blood was palpable.
The surrounding cultivators sensed the change in the air and quietly withdrew. No one wished to be caught between tigers fighting over territory.
Jiang Chen clasped his hands behind his back as he surveyed the four with calm disdain. "What are you glaring at with your ugly mugs? Do you not see that I am conducting business here? Scram! You are blocking the passage for my customers."
The expressions of the four twisted at once into facades of malevolence that would have sent a weaker man into cardiac arrest.
From the left, a man with a pig belly stepped forward with a jiggle. He possessed three heads upon a single swollen neck. The left head snorted. The right head spat a gob of dark phlegm onto the ground. The middle head spoke in a rough voice.
