Murong Feng's expression turned frigid. He looked at Xu Luo as if staring at a dead man.
'That's right, this person before me may have a noble identity, the son of the Grand General of National Guardian, even. But so what?'
'My master gave me this life. Without my master, there would be no Murong Feng!'
'Never mind the son of the Grand General of National Guardian! Even if a Prince provoked my master, I would still tear him to shreds!'
Murong Feng's eyes grew progressively colder. The air around them seemed to plummet in temperature. On the bustling Cyan Dragon Avenue, passersby gave the group a wide berth, unable to bear the tense atmosphere forming between the four of them.
Even some of the onlookers who had initially stopped to watch the commotion now backed away, their faces filled with fear.
A sneer appeared on Huangfu Haoyue's lips as he looked at Xu Luo. "Are you sure?"
"I mean, why are you spouting so much nonsense? Are you sick in the head?"
