At this moment, outside the residence of the God-Slaying Pavilion, a total of two hundred thousand disciples gathered densely, an overwhelming murderous aura emanating from them, sweeping in all directions.
Even the area where they stood had turned completely frigid, giving off a chilling sensation.
"And who might you be?" Su Han looked toward Pian Yu.
"Young Sect Master of the Sect of True Martial Arts, Pian Yu," Pian Yu said.
"So, you're just a junior, step aside. I am speaking with your father; you are not qualified to interject," said Su Han indifferently.
"You bastard, are you seeking death?!" Pian Yu's eyes widened in rage instantly.
As the Young Sect Master of the Sect of True Martial Arts, he had been respected by countless people from birth. Who dared to speak to him like that?
"Pretend I am seeking death then. Can you even kill me?" Su Han's expression turned icy.
