"Forget it. Let's not get into it with them." Shi Feng sighed, finally pulling Mo Xuan's arm. "Let's head back. This kid needs Feng He to take a look at his head."
"No, Feng He can't fix him," Mo Xuan said with perfect seriousness. "Feng He's a surgeon, not a neurologist."
"HAHAHAHA, that's true," Gu Kaiwen chimed in, laughing.
The red-haired boy realized they were calling him crazy, which only made him angrier.
His crimson eyes stared daggers at them.
The oppressive weight of S-Class spiritual power suddenly bore down on them.
The immense pressure instantly drained the color from their faces, but it wasn't enough to bring them to their knees.
The three looked up, their dark eyes fixed on him, their bodies radiating an intense killing intent.
The red-haired boy felt the killing intent emanating from them, and his brow furrowed slightly.
'It must be my imagination,' he told himself.
'How could a bunch of losers like them possibly radiate killing intent?'
