In the relay station, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"I don't care who you are!"
Zhang Xuan's unquestionable voice echoed in everyone's ears, making them feel like they had been struck by lightning.
Who gave him the courage to challenge "Ghost Hand Seven"?
One had to know that the other party was a famous first-rate expert. Not to mention being invincible below the Connate realm, there were not many people near Anyang City who could compete with him.
Moreover, "Ghost Hand Seven" was famous for being ruthless. Anyone who offended him would not have a good ending. This was also the reason why the disciples of the Mount Song Sect were vigilant against "Ghost Hand Seven" and the others at the relay station.
Although the Mount Song Sect was one of the largest pugilistic world sects in the Great Zhou Empire and the Sect Master was a Connate realm expert, there was no guarantee that "Ghost Hand Seven" would not plot against them.
At this moment, Zhang Xuan, who looked very ordinary, did not give "Ghost Hand Seven" any face at all. This made everyone very curious. Where did Zhang Xuan get the confidence to challenge "Ghost Hand Seven"?
"Ignorant fool. You don't want face, do you?"
The smug black-faced man was instantly angered by Zhang Xuan's words.
In the past, who wouldn't tremble in fear every time they mentioned their leader's face?
Not only was the black-faced man furious, but all the bandits present were looking at Zhang Xuan with cold killing intent.
It had been a long time since they had seen such a boorish person like Zhang Xuan. He actually dared to challenge them in public?
"There's no need to talk nonsense with him. There's nothing that our boss can't get!"
"I don't care if he gives it to me or not. I'll just snatch it!"
Many bandits glared at Zhang Xuan and gritted their teeth.
After all, they had already announced their leader's name. If they let it go just like that, they would really lose face.
Ghost Hand Seven's expression turned very ugly at this moment. As a famous first-rate expert near Anyang City, there were really many people who did not give him face.
Especially in front of the disciples of the Mount Song Sect, "Ghost Hand Seven" could not afford to lose face.
Therefore, he did not stop his subordinates from shouting and acting out.
At this moment, the attention of the disciples of the Mount Song Sect was also attracted by Zhang Xuan. They were all very curious if Zhang Xuan really did not know what the "Ghost Hand Seven" was or if he really had a trump card that was why he was not afraid.
Actually, these people were more inclined to the former. They all felt that Zhang Xuan should not have heard of the name "Ghost Hand Seven". He was a noob who was not afraid of death.
The black-faced man, who couldn't maintain his composure, raised his hand to grab the little leopard, which was eating meat, amidst the shouts of his companions.
At this moment, a pair of chopsticks suddenly shot out and instantly nailed the black-faced man's outstretched hand to the table.
"Ah…"
The black-faced man let out a miserable scream, and his originally angry face twisted together.
This sudden scene stunned everyone in the relay station.
Wasn't this… too cruel?
In front of so many bandits, he crippled the black-faced man. Was he going to fight the bandits to the death?
"You're quite bold. How dare you touch our people!"
After the stunned bandits reacted, they became even more furious.
Although the scene just now had a huge impact on everyone, these bandits still did not take Zhang Xuan seriously. In their eyes, Zhang Xuan had only crippled their companion's hand because of a sneak attack.
The group of angry bandits waved their fists and rushed towards Zhang Xuan.
"This person is too impulsive!"
"It's probably going to be dangerous!"
The disciples of the Mount Song Sect who were watching the battle could not help but discuss.
Even though Zhang Xuan had just displayed an extraordinary side, the disciples of the Mount Song Sect still did not think highly of him.
After all, Zhang Xuan was alone, but there were dozens of bandits. As the saying went, two fists were no match for four hands. Furthermore, there was a first-rate expert, Ghost Hand Seven presiding over this place.
Even as disciples of the Mount Song Sect, they did not have the confidence to win.
Furthermore, Zhang Xuan was alone.
"Go to hell!"
The group of bandits waved their fists and charged forward. They had no intention of holding back and swore to kill Zhang Xuan in one strike.
A murderous aura spread out and enveloped the entire relay station, attracting everyone's attention.
Meanwhile, Zhang Xuan's expression remained calm from the beginning to the end, as if he did not see the bandits charging over.
Not only was Zhang Xuan as calm as usual, but even the little leopard was not affected at all and continued to eat.
In the eyes of these bandits, Zhang Xuan's indifference was a form of contempt for him. This made these bandits even more furious.
He was too arrogant!
Facing their siege, he could still drink calmly. This was a blatant humiliation to them.
Even the disciples of the Mount Song Sect could not stand it anymore. However, these people did not say anything. Instead, they stared at Zhang Xuan, wanting to know why he was so arrogant.
"Ah…"
A series of screams suddenly sounded in the courier station that was originally enveloped by a murderous aura.
The bandits who had been clamoring to kill Zhang Xuan with a single punch fell one after another like wheat being cut down.
Blood splattered. An ordinary chopstick was like a sickle that quickly reaped the lives of these bandits.
In the blink of an eye, the aggressive mountain bandits died on the spot without even touching Zhang Xuan's clothes!
This scene shocked everyone in the relay station. Everyone looked at Zhang Xuan again in disbelief.
An expert!
A Connate expert!
The eyes of the leader of the Mount Song Sect constricted, and the shock in his heart was indescribable.
Others could only see that Zhang Xuan was extraordinary, but the leader of the Mount Song Sect could sense Zhang Xuan's cultivation level. He was actually at the Connate realm like the Sect Master of the Mount Song Sect!
It was no wonder that he dared to ignore "Ghost Hand Seven". So this was his trump card.
Not only was the leader of the Mount Song Sect deeply shocked, but Ghost Hand Seven's expression also changed. He could also tell that Zhang Xuan's cultivation level was at the Connate realm.
He had kicked an iron plate!
However, 'Ghost Hand Seven' did not show his fear on the surface. Instead, he shouted at his subordinates, "Attack together and kill him!"
"Ghost Hand Seven" roared and jumped up. However, he did not rush towards Zhang Xuan. Instead, he fled out of the relay station.
'Ghost Hand Seven' thought that he could distract Zhang Xuan and take the opportunity to escape. Unexpectedly, the moment he moved, a chopstick flew out quickly and pierced through 'Ghost Hand Seven'.
With a muffled bang, Ghost Hand Seven's body fell heavily to the ground and he died on the spot!
This… "Ghost Hand Seven", a first-rate expert, was killed just like that?
The visual and psychological impact of the scene in front of them was too great, so much so that everyone seemed to be stunned on the spot.
As for Zhang Xuan, he just clapped his hands as if he had done something insignificant. He picked up the little leopard who was licking blood on the ground and sat back at the table.
The entire relay station fell into a strange silence. Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Zhang Xuan.
Soon, the waiter at the relay station carried the corpses away while trembling and served Zhang Xuan food again.
Zhang Xuan didn't care about the others' reactions and continued to eat and drink.
After eating and drinking his fill, just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped.
"Hero, wait!"