Huang Fuwen glanced in An Lin's direction imperceptibly. After detecting that An Lin hadn't left, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he turned his gaze back toward Duan Feiyang.
"Do you know who I am?" Duan Feiyang chuckled coldly. "I'm the young sect leader of the Divine Feather Sect! You actually dare to target me? Are you tired of living?"
A look of disdain spread across Huang Fuwen's face. "What sh*tty Divine Feather Sect? Is it really powerful? I'm not even afraid of the Four Nine Immortal Sect! Why would I be afraid of a small sect, which is merely powerful within a single state? I, Huang Fuwen, am least afraid of arrogant trash like you!"
An Lin's expression faltered slightly. So be it if you want to diss each other… But why are you bringing my Four Nine Immortal Sect into it?
Moreover, your utterances are quite arrogant themselves…
