Three men were shouting excitedly, completely oblivious to the murderous intent filling Su Yang's eyes.
"Do you not fear retribution for all the heinous deeds you've committed?" Su Yang asked in a cold voice.
"Retribution?" The three looked at each other and burst into laughter, "What retribution? Such nonsense is just a display of your Huaxia people's incompetence. The true strong are those who can control everything in front of them, not those who pin their hopes on so-called immortals. Those without real skills are the ones who place their hopes elsewhere. We, who have true skills, do not believe in such things!"
"It seems that you are quite confident in your own strength!" Su Yang walked slowly towards the three, his voice cold: "Do you really think there's no one in Huaxia Country who can deal with you?"
