Feeling the sudden surge of fear in Ouyang Ke, Ouyang Feng's incisive gaze quickly landed on Ye Weiming. Upon seeing his malicious intent, he sneered disdainfully, "You're courting death, kid!"
Upon seeing this, Duan Zhixing promptly stepped forward, "Amitabha!"
Ouyang Feng's gaze hardened. "Duan Zhixing, the brat you brought along has murderous intentions against my son. If you don't want to get involved in this mess, it's best you step aside. Don't think I'm scared of you."
Despite the situation, Duan Zhixing stood firm. Joining his palms together, he replied, "As a monk, I wish not to quarrel with anyone. Yet, Young Master Ye Weiming was invited here under my trust. Naturally, I bear the responsibility to protect him."
By this point, Ouyang Feng had already taken out his snake staff. "So, have you made your decision, Duan Zhixing?"
"Amitabha!"
"Hold on!"
