At this moment, as he appeared, the atmosphere on site seemed to instantly freeze, becoming even more oppressive.
Chen Kuangfeng's gaze was as sharp as electricity, coldly eyeing Lin Lang, and he asked:
"Kid, where are you from, and what's your business here?"
His voice was low and deep, each word seemingly carrying an invisible pressure, making people dare not act recklessly.
Yet Lin Lang remained calm and composed, as if standing before him wasn't an awe-inspiring Elder of the Martial God Palace but merely an ordinary passer-by.
He spoke unhurriedly:
"Your dogs bit me. I'm not one to stoop to a dog's level; I can't just bite a dog back, can I? So, I could only come to find the dog's master to have a word."
His words were plain, yet the irony in them was unmistakably clear.
Listening to him, some around secretly smacked their tongues, thinking this kid was too bold, daring to talk to the Elder like that.
...
"Hmm?"
